"I'd really prefer not to right now, Mr. Anderson," you stammer nervously.
"Oh, Daddy," Belinda says, "he's just shy because he's got a hard-on."
You blush furiously as Mr. Anderson looks down and notices that his daughter is correct. "Oh, I hadn't noticed. Well, Parker, as I said, that's nothing to be embarrassed about. It is a common reaction. Belinda got one herself when I conducted this same examination on her when she was beginning the Process. Isn't that right, Belinda?"
"You bet, Daddy," Belinda says, her eyes sparkling and her tongue moistening her lips.
You realize that while they were talking, Mr. Anderson has already unbuckled your belt and he gently unfastens your pants and unzips your fly. You start to protest, but you look into his eyes and his glance silences you. Suddenly his scent becomes overpowering again, further stiffening your dick and nipples and you don't resist as he divests you of your pants and boxers, revealing your painfully erect dick.
"I'd say it's about four 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?"
"Yes, sir. It was about five inches erect."
"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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