This is an utterly ridiculous story about an enviable penis and breast growth. If you like silly ones, this may please you. All sex is fantasy and consensual, in a world where sex with others, regardless of relationship status, is not such a big deal.
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My name was Brian Johnson and that name was about to become notorious among the scientific community. I worked on a research team studying the effects of gamma radiation on living tissue and organisms. The research lab I work at is located forty feet underground, for a myriad of safety reasons, even if many thought it went overboard; unnecessarily cautious.
But it's meatheads like me that validate the needs of such safety protocols. One Saturday morning, while working alone, I accidentally opened a door to a sealed room, one we had purposefully contaminated earlier that week. It was getting cleaned through a new process involving some chemicals, and specific wave-length light pulses. Due to the new installation of this system, some of the original safety services and protocols had been disabled, which allowed me to gain access to the room, unfortunately. I got fully exposed as the alarms went wild.
For the following month, my team repeatedly cleaned the facility and quarantined me to one room in the lab. I was on a high liquid diet and scrubbing myself down daily with chemical soaps and abrasive pads. Vitals were taken several times a day, along with blood work.
Karen Langdon, the facility's on-hand nurse practitioner, stopped by to visit me in my room near the end of the quarantine. I noticed she no longer was wearing a respirator, so the lab must have tested safe days ago. I was behind a plastic curtain which separated my half of the room to just a bathroom and bedding area.
"You cost us a fortune, Mr. Johnson, you know that?"
"I know," I said. "I'm sorry."
Karen was a great medical nurse, every bit as knowledgeable as any general practitioner, probably better than most. She also happened to be a vested partner in the lab, and I think she had that on her mind every bit as much as my health. It was difficult to score research grants and jobs in our field, and a safe laboratory was critical in maintaining them. This mishap wouldn't go unnoticed, and I felt very badly for having put my coworkers and the company under such stress.
"Well, your vitals are all coming back fine. In fact, you're in perfect shape. You've always been fine with your BMI and weight, but your pulse and blood pressure are better than ever. White blood cell count also better than it was last time you were here. I think you're lucky."
"I guess so. Maybe that new cleaning system works better than expected," I said, hoping. To be honest I was terrified. Often, the effects of radiation aren't discovered until weeks or months after exposure, organisms developing tumors is common. The only thing that's noticeable though is white blood cell count being abnormally high almost immediately. I was somewhat relieved to hear the news that mine was fine after a month in quarantine.
"We're going to let you out tomorrow," said Karen.
"Yeah, I figure I'll leave this bag I've been living in, just to go out and get fired."
"That probably should happen, but it won't," said Karen. She knew something I didn't. "You got exposed. We aren't for a minute going to let you run wild. We have to keep an eye on you. So, for better or worse..."
I dropped my head. "I know, I was careless. If I'm staying on, I'll do my best to make it up to you, Karen."
Karen huffed a bit and then said, "Well, I guess that's the best an attitude we both could have about it. So back to you. Are you positive you haven't experienced anything strange? No panic attacks? No cold sweats? Heart palpitations? No physical changes? We need complete honesty to understand how we may need to address something."
I carefully thought about what she was asking. The truth was that ever since the incident, I did feel better than ever, and told the nurse as much. I explained that I always made a point to keep in shape, but I honestly felt like I was in peak condition now, even though I'd been cooped up in this room for the past month. Other than feeling good, I didn't experience anything else.
"Oh wait, I said. There is one thing," I said. "I never brought this up before, because it's kind of embarrassing, and well... I didn't think it was a big deal. I mean, I'm not even sure if this incident has anything to do with it..."
"Go on, Brian. Just tell me already."
Karen was behind the partition, but I could sense her impatience.
"Okay, here it is," I explained. "Normally, my penis hangs like the average guy's, I guess. I may be just shy of seven inches fully hard, which I think is fine, but soft, the little guy usually just looks like a turtle tucked over my ball sack. There's not much to it. Anyway, about a week after the incident I noticed it hanging rather low. Like... not half hard, but just hanging. About four or five inches long."
"Well, Brian, this does sound strange. You're saying your penis got bigger?"
"Well, when I get erections, I notice it appears to have more girth, but I don't think it's much longer. But soft, it just always hangs low now. Other than that, no change in anything. If that's the worst of this, I'll take it. Kinda nice, actually."
"And that's it. Out of ALL the things that could have happened to you, you just happen to get... what?? A penis that you find more appealing?"
"Well, I didn't ask for it," I said. "but I'm okay with that."
"Yeah, I'm sure you would be."
I heard the plastic barrier between us come unzipped as Karen entered. She had placed a filter over her nose and mouth, but was otherwise not geared up like usual. I guess they were about ready to let me mingle with them again, as I showed no trace amounts of radiation. I stood up facing her.
"Alright, big guy, let's see it."
Excuse me?" I practically screamed. I didn't expect a genital exam over it. My word was good enough.
"You're saying it's ALWAYS this way? Half hard?"
"It isn't hard," I explained. "It's soft. Completely soft. When it gets hard it just gets stiffer and wider, really, not longer. It also rises, of course." I felt weird being so blunt with her.
"I don't want to see it hard," she said. "Just show me exactly what you mean. Please, drop the pants. It won't take but a few seconds to get this over with."
The nurse was speaking pragmatically, as a professional. She seemed annoyed this was my only side effect. Having to inspect a penis from a guy she probably didn't like very much was unlikely to be appealing to her.
"You can take my word for it," I said.
"I believe you," said Karen. "But due diligence. Let me see if I see anything unusual." She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves.
I sighed and finally dropped my pants, underwear with it. As usual, my cock hung down, easily six inches. It was a look I would be proud to sport at a nude beach, I thought to myself.
Karen paused, just staring. I could tell she was somewhat impressed. Finally, she said, "And you're like this all the time? Never soft like you used to be? I know what you mean. My ex-boyfriend had a nice looking penis when it was hard, but he was embarrassed of it when it would shrink away. You know we girls don't really care."
She was almost blushing. I could barely believe Karen was being so intimate with me, as she didn't stop looking at my hanging cock. Finally, she knelt down, getting closer, lowering her mask.
"No decolorization or shading?" she asked, looking up at me. It was unusually erotic seeing her face only a foot or so away from my cock and I struggled to keep my thoughts straight.
"I haven't seen any problems, Miss Langdon. Like I said, it just hangs there all day, all the time, even after... well... you know."
