You demand he lets you go

"So let me go!" you say angrily, "Sorry, no can do. Penis measuring is an extremely important legal procedure. The doctor who measures you has the last word - whatever he says is binding, whether we like it or not." You're about to shout back at him when it suddenly hits you. You respond, "What you mean 'we'?"

The werewolf smiles, straightens himself up and slowly begins to undo his scrubs. You can't help but look at his crotch as his fingers undo his waistband and your eyes widen. If the silhouette you see wiggling in those scrubs is even just a small indicator of the penis behind it, you are in for one hell of a treat.

He drops his pants and you see something that almost looks like a third leg dangling between his sculpted thighs. You start drooling as you're transfixed by the most gorgeous penis you've ever seen. Suddenly your snapped back to reality as the other nurse rolls you over on to your belly and says, "Yeah, I didn't come here for a stripshow. Clearly you have things under control so I'm going head out and get a coffee." Just as disgruntled nurse turns to leave, you're sure you just felt the heat of a hard dick rub against your arm.

The nurse slams the door and you hear the footsteps fade away. You turn back to the werewolf who has now fully disrobed. "You like it?" He asks as he swings his dick back and forth. "Yeah" you grudgingly admit. You force yourself to turn away since you definitely could not carry on talking with that monster right in front of your eyes. "Why're you showing me that thing? Trying to brag or something?" The werewolf chuckles and says, "Turn around." "Why? So you can wave that thing at me again?" "Just do it."

You slowly, angrily turn your head and, to your surprise, you're greeting by his bubble butt, spread wide and thrust right up to your face. You're a bit shocked by the sight at first, but then you notice what it is he's showing you. His hole bears all the tell tale signs of a well-plowed anal womb. The shock returns much much stronger and you're unable to say a word. "Surprised?" The werewolf says calmly as he turns around and starts dressing again.

You feel a twang of disappointment as you watch the scrubs being pulled over that magnificent cock. With all the self control you can muster, you manage to utter one word, "Why?" The werewolf gives you a sad smile and says, "Doctor 'I hate magical beings' decided I should be an ovulator so forged the documents to say my cock was only 3 inches." Now fully clothed, he stands right next to you, puts his hand on your arm and says, "And, sorry to say, you got the same shithead that I did."