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Harl Emmands was his name. He was a market keeper who lived in a blue collar sphere. Neighbors were pretty good, but he basically kept to himself.

They called his name and showed him in. `` Pleased to encounter you, Mr. Emmands. I 'm your med advisor, and I can explain the options. '' He started off with the staple, which Harl had already investigated. They worked surgically, with genetic adjustment or a combining of both. Harl had also heard there were some surgical options that could be added to the deal, but did n't sleep together what they were.

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'' How does the combined mental process employment ? ``

'' We might do an initial operating theatre to install changes to your vascular structure. This is usually only recommended to older men who are diabetic or have circulatory shortfalls. I would n't commend it to a healty man who 's only in his L. What form of variety are you looking for ? ``

'' I want to keep the Saami cinch and about double its length. For autofellatio. ``

'' I see, '' said the consultant. `` How big are you now ? ``

Harl said, `` About 17 erect, normal cinch. ``

'' That sounds feasible. The doc will examine you to make sure enough. The team has a slot reserved for you in 15 minutes. ``

At the exam, he was shown into a room with a reclining chair next to an exam board. He helped himself to that while he waited for the doc. Soon, the doctor came in with a middle-aged nursemaid, who happened to have a very shapely consistency. The doctor explained that they needed four samples : one skin shaving, a acerate leaf biopsy from his penis, a sperm sample for testosterone and to moderate general health, and routine bloodwork. The Doctor of the Church examined him then discussed Harl 's penile structure with the nurse. They discussed back and forth, and both pulled, bent, stretched and otherwise handled his pecker. The doctor sat to spell out his notes, then the nursemaid asked if he 'd wish her to help with the semen sample.

'' Huh ? Do n't you just give me a vial and a dirty vidmag… ? ``

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The doc finished his paperwork, gave Harl some references. They took the regular bloodwork samples and a DNA tab, and he left.

So Harl left and thought it over. On they way base in his ground car, he read some of the reading that the doctor had given him. Before the day was over, he 'd decided to do the genetic feeler. It was a stretch but he could give it, and it might be fun to watch his cock get bigger for six months .