Second puberty patient Tim Beckett

Tim awakened, his torso is bare, wearing only a loose pair of silk pyjama bottoms. He smiled to himself. Waking up was better than dreaming. It was another day as a test subject in the LUVVIT facility. He had a simple suite all to himself - bath, kitchenette, a small sitting room, stereo, TV, VCR. That and the PC workstation next to him and the glittering mass of readouts, consoles and equipment, all of which was configured to monitor him exclusively. He was undergoing what Dr Sinclair had identified as a ‘second puberty’ and had been commissioned and whisked away to the facility under her charge for examination and experiment. So far he had been here for five days and he hadn't met Dr Sinclair. Though he had met a number of her delectible 'Scientits'.

The PC workstation next to him had a readout on it with the following information:

SEXUAL RESPONSE INDICATORS IN THE HUMAN MALE:
Standard indicators of male sexual performance: (a) bloodflow to erectile tissue, (b) phallic expansion ratio, (c) ejaculatory contractions -- frequency and amplitude, (d) ejaculate volume, (e) total orgasmic intensity.
TELEMETRIC MONITORING OF MALE SECOND PUBERTY SEXUAL RESPONSES:
Standard indicators are measured remotely via wireless micro-sensors and data probes which are applied circumferentially (phallic strain gage torus). Standardized sexual response data, as well as basic functions of blood pressure, temperature, and pulse rate may be remotely monitored in real time or saved for later analysis. Volume of ejaculate critical.

Tim pulled himself away from the technical jargon when the door to his room opened and a cart of laboratory equipment rolled in, pushed by two stunningly attractive women. Both were in their early to mid twenties, wearing white PVC lab coats that just went over their asses, with matching white PVC thigh high boots. Tim couldn’t tell if they were nurses or porno starlets.

‘Hey Mr Beckett, you’re up!’ said the blonde, Sascha.

Sascha was not referring to the fact he was awake, but at the massive tent-pole sticking up out of his pyjamas, stretching the material at his groin. She had the looks of a stereotypical California blonde, provided that that Califonia blonde was a pornqueen – sleek limbs, tanned and tapering, the muscular thighs of a gymnast, and a pair of massive breasts busting out of her chest.

Sophie, the other woman, was darker haired but just as tall – and possibly more voluptuous. She had deep exotic eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and lustrous black hair; but by far, the most prominent feature of her extraordinary body was an astonishing pair of breasts – unlike anything Tim had ever seen. His cock stirred, pulsing restlessly underneath its silk confinement, a wet patch of precum forming at the tip.

The two women began connecting electronic gear from the lab cart to the computer. Sascha booted an application, studying the monitor, and looked back toward Tim with a quizzical smirk. ‘Have you recovered from your exertions yesterday?’

‘I think so,’ said Tim.

‘Good. We might up the medication today. Give you a little kick. But Doctor Sinclair will explain everything we have planned for you shortly.’

‘When do I get to see Doctor Sinclair?’ Tim asked.

Sascha zipped open her lab coat, revealing the contours of her breathtaking body. Her colossal tits burst out of her chest magnificently, encased in a white PVC boob tube, which barely contained the two massive melons. On her tight, slender frame, they looked even bigger.

‘Now why would you ask about Dr Sinclair? Aren’t we good enough for you?’ Sascha said, pouting.

‘Just lie back, do what you’re told,’ Sophie said, pausing teasingly, ‘and by all means, enjoy yourself.’

‘And don’t forget to enjoy us while you’re at it!’ chirped Sascha. ‘First I need to check your pulse and temperature.’ She smiled demurely and slipped a thermometer between Tim’s lips, skimming the soft fingers of one hand lightly across his bare chest. ‘Mmmm, nice,’ she purred. Snuggling closer, she pressed the warm tip of her large breasts into his chest.

‘You better be careful, Sascha. Mr. Beckett looks aroused. You could cause a real messy accident, you know.’

‘We don’t mind accidents, as long as we can measure them. Let’s have a look,’ she smiled.
‘I wonder if there’s been any growth today. Pull down his pants and let’s see.’

Sascha removed Tim’s silk pyjamas and gasped in spite of herself. One of the most enormous cocks she’d ever seen sprang upwards as she released it, steel hard. A string of pre-cum jetted from the tip and splattered her in the face.

‘Shit! This guy’s as big as my arm, Sophie!’