Request some relief

Isaac lounged around his... cell? Room? Isolation chamber? Whatever they called it, it felt like a cell. Mostly also because Dr. Ivers said he was under constant surveillance. There were things in his room besides just his bed, and now that he was more comfortable with the space, he actually took in the room in more detail. There was a small bookshelf between the couch and the table. He begrudgingly waddled over, mostly begrudging that he waddled due to the size of his balls, his cock head lightly slapping against his thighs, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. The shelf had a nice selection, it seemed. Some fantasy, some fiction, history, sexual sciences and philosophy books. His stomach growled. He grabbed a book and sat down on the couch to start reading while that meal he requested came up. It wasn't much longer, just long enough for him to start wondering when the meal would arrive.

"Please remain seated." Dr Ivers' voice came through. Isaac vocalized his agreement, and then the door lock clunked open. Dr Ivers walked in carrying a tray with some nice smelling food, she was wearing less protective clothing than before, but still wore gloves. "Fried rice with chicken cutlet, today's special." she said, turning to Isaac. She paused, "Still feeling alright?"

"I think so." Isaac said, looking at the tray forlornly. Ivers nodded, then exited. Isaac got up when he heard the door's lock clunk closed. The food was good, but the portion was much less than he would have wanted. He was confused as he ate it so quickly. "What was my calorie portion for that?" he asked aloud.

"800." Ivers' voice crackled, "We just assumed an amount you've already had today." Isaac nodded. He went over and laid on his bed, learning he was needing to sometimes hold his cock or his balls so he didn't sit on or slide onto them. He laid back, and felt something new. As he felt the meal he had eaten settle in his stomach, he felt some invigoration, a tingling in his balls and a slight erection of his cock. Had eating even a dissatisfactory meal made him horny? He sat up and watched as his cock started to rise, getting mostly hard before it started to rise on it's own. It still blew his mind that it was so big, and part of him. He reached both hands up and stroked it, it felt amazing. He stopped, remembering where he was.

"I, uh... Can I... I need some relief." Isaac fumbled formulating what to say.

"We'll be in shortly, please refrain until we are ready." Ivers' voice crackled again over the intercom. It took less time for Isaac to hear the door clunk open than it had taken the meal to arrive...