You take down your pants and briefs, exposing your erect penis, and remove them completely.
"I'd say it's about four and a half inches erect. Belinda?" You start in surprise at how quickly it is dwindling.
"I agree, Daddy," Belinda says.
"I assume you were bigger than this when you first came to Rosestead. Is that correct, Parker?"
Before you can answer, Belinda says, "He was about five inches then, Daddy."
Mr. Anderson shakes his head. "Why am I not surprised that you know that, Belinda? Tell me, did you even let him get to his room before you attacked him?"
"Of course I did, Daddy," Belinda says with a smile.
"Well, the penis shrinkage is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned about," Mr. Anderson says clinically.
"I think it's something to be concerned about," you blurt out.
"I mean medically, Parker," Mr. Anderson replies. He then cups your testicles in his hand and prods them in the same fashion he had done your breasts earlier. "I see your hips have already started widening and your waist has gotten smaller. Is that correct?"
You nod while he continues his examination. "The fat redistribution is proceeding very quickly, but I don't think it's anything to be worried about." He finishes massaging your testicles.
"Belinda, I have a tube of lubricating jelly in the right top desk drawer. Could you get that for me? All right, Parker, bend over the desk," he says.
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