The good doctor is tested.

With an audible whipping of the fabric currently covering Tim’s lower body, Dr. Sinclair exposed his pulsating elephant cock to her analytic gaze.

Dr. Sinclair, didn’t say a word at first, her calm façade not even wavering, the only change in her appearance was a slight widening of her eyes as she took in the phenomenal slab of cockmeat resting between Tim’s legs.

“That’s very interesting … Mr. Buh… Ahem!” Dr. Sinclair stopped clearing her throat.

“Are you all right Doctor?” Tim questioned, knowing full and well what was causing her pause.

“Umm, yes Mr. Beckett, you have experienced quite a bit of growth…” Dr. Sinclair having regained some of her composer, wrapped her soft hand around the thick shaft of Tim’s cock, her touch causing the giant organ to twitch back to life.

“I trust the nurses took the appropriate measurements, and I know they collected a sperm sample.” Her hand not fully able to encompass the girth of Tim’s new massive dick, she began slowly gliding her hand along its length a large drop of precum forming on the pear sized head.

Dr. Sinclair could do nothing except stare astonished as the colossal cock inflated in her hand, a massive pulse shuddering through its shaft as it inched closer and closer to her face. Taking several deep breaths, Dr. Sinclair felt her heart jack hammering in her body as she began to feel hornier than she ever had in her entire life as the massive cock finally stood at full mast over two feet from Tim’s pelvis.

“It would seem.. that your new condition, has caused an increase in your bodies production of pheromones, Mr. Beckett…” As she detected a musky scent filling the air.

Tim was enjoyed watching the Doctor feign professionalism even though he could clearly see the soaking wet condition of her pussy, the narrow piece of latex covering her slit completely soaked through not to mention the quickening pace with which she was fisting his cock.

“I would say, one sample really isn’t enough doctor, I think I could give you another, you know, for science.” Tim was beginning to feel his self control faultier as he watched beads of drool form at the corners of Dr. Sinclair’s mouth, as she was seemingly hypnotized by staring at the thumb sized cum slit at the end of his throbbing phallus and the increasingly large bead of precum that had formed under it.

Dr. Sinclair could resist no longer as she leaned forward and let her tongue whip across the meaty head of Tim’s cock, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she tried to illicit as much juice from his now grapefruit sized balls as possible which she gulped down with abandon.

As pleasurable as it was feeling the masterful mouth of the doctor around his cockhead Tim knew more stimulation would be needed if he was to give her anything more than a few mouthfuls of precum.

Breaking her mouth away from Tim’s cock with a deep gasp, a thin string of fluid connecting her lips to the head of his dick, Dr. Sinclair felt her head go dizzy as Tim’s ultra potent pheromones and superhuman cock were making her go absolutely crazy with lust.

“I-I s-should see about… getting a m-milker brought in f-for you.” Dr. Sinclair stammered out, thick lines of drool falling from the corners of her mouth as her eyes were glazed over.

Tim knew what milkers were, shorthand for specially trained women hired by the facility to fuck all day, when the scientits and nurses had work to do, basically someone with a deep pussy, there to make sure his balls didn’t explode every day. He liked them ok, but they certainly weren’t as much fun as a nurse or for the matter a cum crazed, sex hungry doctor that was eyeing his cock like it was made of solid gold.

Still seated next to him Tim moved his hand, which had grown with the rest of his body, his fingers now almost double their previous width, to the flooded pussy of the panting doctor, the rough tips of his fingers rubbing the thin material that covered her dripping sex.

“Do you really wish to trouble them? They’re probably still very tired from yesterday, I’m sure we can work something out don’t you agree. Doctor?” Tim was steadily applying more and more pressure to the front of her thin fabric directly covering her throbbing clit.

Dr. Sinclair’s desires were at war, on one hand science called for her to see to Tim’s growth charts, collect a blood sample, find out the results from examining his semen and contact OBGYN about his development, on the other hand… she was really fucking horny.