Measurements

“Alright, first off, let's start with measurements. Please stand, Mr. Doe.” Here she finally noticed the droplets of precum on her face in the reflection of the metal tray, and wiped it up with a single finger before licking the digit clean. I got up and stood at attention, as did my penis.

The bottomless nurse’s aide hurried over with a paper measuring tape, the sort of thing a tailor uses to measure you for a suit, and quickly took measure of my height, the length of each of my limbs, and my waistline, calling out each measurement as she took them. Mrs. Olivia recorded these values onto a clip board she held close to her chest, which she only occasionally glanced at in passing. Instead her gaze followed Amanda’s careful progress as she went over me with the tape, and sometimes briefly fell either to specifically her private parts or mine.

Amanda moved onto the part she clearly was excited most about, measuring my erect penis. She got on her knees right in front of me, so close I could feel her warm breath softly caressing my balls. She took a deep breath and proceeded with taking her measurements.

“The subject’s penis’ length is 6.8 inches… erect… and 2.7 inches around…” She rubbed along its length with her hands more than one would expect for this sort of medically-minded examination. “The head is 5.1 inches from the base, and the subject’s scrotum has a diameter of 6.3 inches.” She looked over her shoulder up at Mrs. Olivia. “Should I double check?”