I remove my blanket

"That'd be great," I said, sliding my hospital sheet off my body and pushing my gown to the side. I smiled as I watched Betty's gaze land on my giant cock, which still had my hand resting on top of it.

"Well, Martin," she said, trying to sound professional. "You sure look healthy."

"Thank you, Betty."

"Now, you go ahead and put that thing away."

Here we go, I thought. I hope the doc was right!

"No, Betty, I don't think I will."

"Come on now, hon, this really isn't right."

"But Betty, I noticed that you haven't taken your eyes off my penis."

"Well, um," she said, and I saw her try in vain to turn her face. "It's just... I can't quite look away."

"That's very good, Betty. That's a sign that the surgery worked."

"What do you mean?" the redhead said, taking a small step closer to my bed, her eyes still locked on my dick.

"Well, my exposed penis is supposed to have pheromones that no woman can resist."

"What?" she stammered, stepping even closer.

"Yes. Your mind will tell you one thing, but your body will tell you something else."

"What will it tell me?" Betty asked, sounding unsteady.

"That you have to touch me," I said.