Astonishment.

Realising that she still had Carlo’s hard cock balls-deep inside her, Max quickly got up, trembling as his thickness slithered out of her vagina.

“So now you are disgusted huh”, a moment ago you were screaming bloody **** while fucking me.”

“Fuck you” Max spat as she put her coat bask on covering her nakedness. “Now, now, language my dear” Anotelli retorted, “Anyway, time to see if our little experiment worked.”

“I’ve been waiting twenty-two years for this.”
“Sonny” He called over the goon that had been in the room the entire time. He came over staring uncomfortably at Carlo’s abnormally erect cock as he took the blanket he had over his legs. He then took Carlo by the hand and let him pull himself up.

Carlo rose to his feet, his legs visibly shaking as he tried to stand, he looked like a young fawn trying to use its legs for the first time. Carlo tried to ease the weight of his aged body onto his frail legs holding himself steady, slowly, carefully he let go of Sonny’s hand, and...

...Carlo gave a cry as his cripple legs gave in and he fell forward, and just as he was going to crash to the ground he was caught by Sonny.

“Fuck” he cursed out at the realisation that he was still a paraplegic. “Hey, I told you it was a stupid idea” Max said. “You shut your fucking mouth or I’ll have a bullet in you friends head” Carlo shouted betraying his calm exterior and exposing his vulnerability. Max said nothing, she just stared at him in contempt.

“Lift me again” Carlo ordered his goon. “But boss” Sonny begun.

“AGAIN!” Carlo yelled.

Obeying the order, Sonny easily helped the old man back on his feet and let him balance his body. Carlo again tried to ‘find his feet’ carefully letting his weight back onto his legs again. This time he managed to keep himself up.

“I can feel” Carlo said almost starry eyed.

And with that, to the amazement of even Max, he lifted his foot and shifted his weight taking a step forward, followed by another, and another.

Max was astonished, it had worked, her DNA had helped a paraplegic to walk. Carlo Anotelli walked around the room gaining slight speed, his hard dick dangling around as he moved.

Overjoyed he walked over to a small table in the room and sat against it. “There are so many things we take”...

...”Yeah for granted” Max broke in this time earning a deadly glare from Carlo, “Where is Brin?”

“Patients Max”...

...”We’re not through yet”...