Stand up

You feel plenty **** already. “I’ll stand if that’s alright.” Trying to seize some semblance of control in the situation.

Rochelle smiles as you stand up, hands firmly in place over your crotch. She looks up at you as you’re a fair bit taller, her gaze makes your face hot as you blush.

Rochelle looks down to your hands. Wordlessly she places hers on yours, you gasp at the contact. She meets your eyes, still silent, still a reassuring smile. You understand and nod, not fighting as her hands move your own away.

And up pops your tiny little cock.

The silence is deafening for you, thought it lasts only a moment.

“Oh looks like excellent blood flow!” She bubbles almost over excitedly. She snatches her clipboard and scribbles a bit. “Are you fully erect here Mr. Stevens?”

You nod sheepishly, “y-yes.” Rochelle just nods and smiles, no iota of judgement or pity or anything but a professional demeanor and warm bedside manner as she scribbles more.

“This is going to help us get some more measurements and stats” she raises the tripod-like construction, and loops a dark blue sleeve from it over your erection. Your dick is drowning in the comically oversized sleeve.

“Uhm..is it. Okay?” you ask, about to die from embarrassment.

“Of course, I’m still making adjustments but everything’s going great so far.” Rochelle extends the legs and props the tripod in front of you, still connected to the soft velvet sleeve housing your cock.

“Ok, I’m going to turn it on. The measurements should be available fairly immediately, the other metrics can vary patient to patient, so just relax and I’ll let you know when it’s all set.”

She flips a switch and you hear a soft whirring of air…