Ben could not manage any fresh ejaculations right away -- but did not really mind, so long as the ingenious invention kept working its suctional magic on him. He shut his eyes, the better to concentrate while grinning like a fool.
It took a moment to realize that someone was trying to talk to him, but he eventually reopened his yes. "Yes, Dr. Wilson?"
"Ben, Dr. Polkinghorne and I have been talking. This is, after all, a Sexual Response Project, and Dr. Polkinghorne has proposed that your willingness to extend your erection is a kind of gage, a barometer, of your own sexual response. I want to assure you that we have the retraction drug on hand; however, since we do have an interesting anecdotal claim concerning you, we were wondering if you would agree to getting extended beyond eight inches."
"Sure. Yes. Definitely, No problem." Ben did wonder how Dr. Wilson could seriously ask him this while the machine was pleasuring his prong with all the power of a oil derrick, but he did not wonder very much.
The next time he opened his eyes, Drs. Wilson and Polkinghorne were rather frantically powering down and unstrapping the machine.
"The machine only takes up to ten inches -- and you've just reached it!" Dr. Wilson explained.
Ben tensed as his penis flopped directly into the hands of Dr. Polkinghorne, who very gently probed and massaged it.
"There's no weakness or puffiness at all," she marvelled, shaking her head. "It's very consistent, it has a good solid rubberiness to it."
"Then we have more than confirmed the anecdotal data." Dr. Wilson approached him with three small pills and a glass of water. "Ben, this is Tuccox. This drug should retract your penile extension almost instantly."
Ben dutifully popped the pills into his mouth, then swallowed the water. He turned as Dr. Delphin Tremont stepped in, and he had to smile at recent events. HIs little adventure had begun with his swelling cock and three girls -- and now here were three new girls, albeit a little more mature, as his cock swelled even greater.
"I had to see it," breathed Dr. Tremont. She touched his penis as Dr. Polkinghorne continued to cradle it in her own hands. "It grew so much! So fast!"
Dr. Wilson seemed quite aware of how unprofessional this was getting. "Ladies, please -- if we can just leave Ben here alone for a few minutes, to recuperate and for the Tuccox to take its effect. Please excuse us Ben."
Ben gave a little wave as they left -- then spat out the pills he had hidden in his cheek and left them in the drawer of the night table. He didn't care if some scientist claimed that anything over eight inches was enough. All he knew was that excited look of female admiration that his new ten inches elicited in the eyes of the British and French scientists -- and for that look, no way was he retracting anything, at least not just yet. |