Oops! She just did.

"I think there's been a change in size since I last saw Dr. King," Gunnar worried. "Maybe we should go see him."

"I see no need for that, Gunnar," Fawn reasoned coolly as she went on photographing. "I'm the specialist here, and I will be making any determinations as I see ... fit!" The word "fit" seemed to throw her off. "What woman can you possibly FIT inside! All right, give me the ruler. Enough standing, sit on that couch."

Gunnar was pleasantly startled as Fawn sat beside him and immediately tried to lift up his testicles. With the camera in her other hand, the shots seemed awkward.

"I'm using my hands to give a sense of scale," she explained. "Oh Gawd ... I can't get over the size of these testicles! Look, I can't even hold one in the palm of my petite little girly hand ... and holding up both, forget it, they just spill right back out!" She set the camera aside, then reached forward to put both hands to work. "You know, I have to tell you, the scrotum has never appealed to me on any level ... but the FEEL of your skin down there, it's so NICE, it's like LEATHER! Mmmmm ... it's downright luxurious! Oh man, I could play with your big balls all day!"

"Um ... are you done -- Ah!"

Gunnar was startled when with a grunt of effort Fawn grabbed his member and slapped it back against his abdomen, then got the camera again.

"I need a shot of the underside -- you have the most exquisitely lovely network pattern of veins down there!" She took a shot, then proceeded to glide her silky fingers over said veins. "Nothing complements a big penis like big powerful veins!"

Gunnar felt split. On the one hand, he was feeling very odd, like some curiosity, getting utterly ignored as a complete human being while his gentialia dominated all the attention. On the other hand, he had to confess in some perverse way that he found it all very ... hot.

Perhaps even way, way too hot.

"Oh look, it's twitching! Wow, the whole thing is just pulsating! The blood pressure coursing through this humongous beast must be unbelievable!"

"Fawn, could we take it easy please? I think I may ... I think I'm about to -- "

Too late. The object of concern began to rise, lengthen, fatten, and harden.