Shivani did not look at the doctor again. She reached out with her slender, cold jade-like hands—knuckles distinct and veins faintly visible—and steadily picked up the sterile specimen container and the packet of lubricant from the table.
The cool touch of plastic transmitted through her fingertips. Clutching them in her palm, she turned, the pale apricot-colored sari sweeping in a resolute arc as she walked toward the door the doctor had opened for her, leading to the adjacent room.
Her back was straight, her steps steady, as if she were not about to perform an extremely awkward medical assistance but rather another silent, necessary ritual.
The examination room was narrow and quiet, containing only an examination bed, a sink, and a stool.
The walls were a soft beige, appearing warm yet carrying an intangible sense of oppression under the slanted morning light streaming in from the high window.
Rohan stood in the center of the room, his small frame swallowed by an overly loose school uniform, like a reed that could be snapped by the wind at any moment.
He dared not look at his mother, his gaze locked onto the seam between two floor tiles as if it were his sanctuary.
Shivani closed the door, emitting a soft click.
She raised her hand, readjusting the slipping sari shawl, draping it over her left shoulder and chest.
Sunlight cut across her face, immersing half of her mature and sculpted features in light while the other half remained hidden in shadow, her deep brown eyes appearing even more profound.
"Rohan." Her voice echoed in the confined space, lower than usual. "The doctor said you need to provide a semen sample."
The boy's shoulders tensed abruptly, the fabric of his school uniform revealing the sharp contours of his shoulder blades.
"This means you need to..." Shivani paused, a rare hesitation.
Her full lower lip pressed together, and her Adam's apple—a feature not typically prominent in women—rolled slightly as her slender neck tightened, swallowing down an invisible obstruction.
Her usual composure quickly returned. "You need to retract your foreskin to expose the glans, then ejaculate through masturbation."
Rohan's face flushed instantly, the redness spreading to his ears and slender neck.
He unconsciously twisted the hem of his school uniform, his knuckles turning white. "I... I don't know how..."
Shivani took a deep breath.
The motion caused her ample chest to rise and fall noticeably beneath the tight silk sari. The breasts that had once nursed this child, now enriched with fat over the years, appeared even more voluptuous with the deepening of her breath. Soft fat and firm muscle formed a vibrant curve beneath the fabric.
"Do as I say." Her voice carried an undeniable authority, a strength honed over years of navigating the business world and managing her household. "Take off your pants and underwear, and sit on the bed."
Rohan trembled as he complied, his movements clumsy and filled with shame as he removed his pants and underwear.
"Do not cover yourself. Let me assess the situation." Shivani's instructions were calm and unemotional.
When Rohan finally stopped shielding himself and slumped onto the cold edge of the examination bed, Shivani saw what the doctor had described: a clearly underdeveloped, small penis resembling an unopened bud, completely enveloped by an overly long and tight foreskin, with only a small, slightly reddened opening visible.
Shivani's gaze flinched away for an instant, as if scalded, but the weight of motherhood immediately pulled her back.
She retrieved the small packet of lubricant the doctor had provided, tore it open with her teeth, and squeezed a tiny drop onto the tip of her extended index finger.
"Use this," her voice was unnervingly steady, as if explaining a math problem, "apply it around the opening of the foreskin, then gently push it back. Go slowly. Stop if it hurts, and try again."
Rohan took the slippery packet, his fingers trembling so badly he could barely hold it.
He fumbled with the attempt, smearing lubricant everywhere, but the foreskin retreated only a fraction before stubbornly catching. The boy gasped in pain, his body curling inward.
"Let me."
Shivani's voice cut through the air.
She took a step forward, the expensive silk of her sari hem flowing like water against Rohan's tense calf as she moved.
She crouched down—the motion instantly pulled the normally conservative, curve-concealing sari taut, perfectly outlining the full, firm hemispheres of her hips and the powerful, rounded muscles of her upper thighs.
Her knees were pressed together flawlessly, the muscles of her calves subtly defined by the crouch, their lines graceful and smooth. Her ankles were slender and delicate, like finely carved works of art.
Shivani did not look at her son's face. Her gaze was as focused as a surgical light on the small, seemingly innocent, immature organ.
With her lubricant-slicked fingertip, she precisely touched the tightest fold at the edge of the foreskin.
"Relax," she said, her voice lowered to a near-hypnotic, deep monotone. "I'm starting."
When her finger made contact with the sensitive edge, Rohan's entire body visibly flinched.
Shivani paused for a moment, her fingertip registering the delicate skin and its abnormal heat, then began to apply steady, continuous pressure.
The foreskin peeled back like a tightly sealed cocoon that had never been opened, inch by agonizing inch...
The process was suffocatingly slow, lasting a full two minutes.
Rohan's breathing grew increasingly ragged, while Shivani's was so shallow it seemed nonexistent. Only the tense lines of her arms and shoulders betrayed her intense concentration.
The moment the foreskin was fully retracted past the coronal ridge, Shivani's breath hitched.
Exposed to the air, the glans resembled the translucent pink of a freshly peeled soft-boiled egg white, moist and gleaming with a fragile, mother-of-pearl sheen...
But what truly unsettled Shivani was the wave of intensely masculine scent that followed—so potent it felt almost tangible. She had only caught a whiff of something similar once or twice in her memory.
Her husband was always meticulously clean after bathing; there was no scent during intercourse, and Shivani would never have leaned in close enough to smell him. Those one or two times, it was only when he was exhausted from work and stripped off his underwear in front of her before showering that she had detected the faintest hint of that musky male odor.
Now, in this moment, Shivani had never known the scent of male genitalia could be so overpowering.
This secret, unseen for nearly a decade, a part of her son she had always considered the most vulnerable and immature, was now laid bare and defenseless under the air and her unwavering gaze.
"Now," she forced herself to continue, a barely perceptible dryness in her voice, "try moving your hand up and down... to make it erect."
Rohan tried.
His slender fingers clumsily encircled himself, beginning to slide up and down. But the small thing merely swelled slightly, its color deepening, still far from fully erect.
More unsettling was the clear pain etched on Rohan's face, fine beads of sweat forming at his temples.
"It hurts…" he whimpered softly.
Shivani stood up, her sari falling back into place like liquid silver as she moved.
To Rohan, who suffered from developmental delays, she was far too tall—even towering. For Rohan, who stood just over 140 centimeters, her shadow loomed over him, and he buried his head even lower.
Shivani's expression shifted unpredictably, her brows tightly knit. For the first time, a genuine panic—something beyond her carefully laid plans—flickered in her deep brown eyes.
She murmured a quick Sanskrit prayer under her breath, seeking guidance from Dhanvantari, the god of medicine.
Then, her voice took on a trace of managerial authority: "Keep trying, Rohan. Focus."
Another five minutes passed in silence and futile effort.
The organ remained limp, with only a pitiful flush of blood at the tip.
Rohan's cold sweat had already dampened the fine, soft hair at his temples.
Shivani bit her lower lip—an unconscious gesture that pressed her full lip pale under her teeth before it returned to its natural deep rose, leaving a brief, faint mark.
She turned to look at the white call button on the wall, hesitating for ten seconds—a long struggle for her—before finally pressing it.
Dr. Carter entered almost immediately, her white coat bringing with it a faint scent of disinfectant.
With just one glance at Rohan's condition, her professionally gentle expression was instantly replaced by seriousness.
"Let me try," the doctor said, her gaze shifting to Shivani. "Ms. Sharma, perhaps you should step out for a moment…"
"No." Shivani's voice was resolute, though her hands trembled slightly at her sides, her fingertips cold. "I am his mother. I must stay here."
She paused, her deep brown eyes locking onto the female doctor's, her tone taking on an unyielding, transactional edge. "And you cannot use prostate stimulation—it would hurt him. I am willing to pay extra, far above the standard rate!"
Dr. Carter looked at her deeply. As another older woman, though she had never been a mother, she could understand this complex insistence—a mix of protectiveness, control, and shame.
Perhaps the "extra payment" did appeal to her practical considerations as a private physician. Or perhaps it was because the boy before her was thin, pale, and timid, devoid of any aggression an adult male might bring, which eased her professional guard.
She sighed, pulling a pair of disposable medical gloves from her pocket. The rubber made a soft snap as she stretched them on.
"Rohan, relax," Dr. Carter's voice regained its professional gentleness, though a hint of tension lingered beneath. "This might feel a bit strange, but I'll be as gentle as possible."
Inside, she was filled with awkwardness and conflict.
She had an excellent reputation in private healthcare, having served many demanding affluent clients and handled various intimate issues. But personally stepping in to help a male patient—let alone a minor—masturbate to obtain a sample was absolutely beyond the scope of conventional service.
It even crossed her own professional ethical boundaries.
The boy looked even younger than his actual age... like he was only eleven or twelve?
"This might be wrong." The thought flashed through her mind, but she was already being pushed forward by Shivani's words and the urgency of the situation.
Meanwhile, Shivani had retreated to the corner of the room, her back pressed straight against the cool, beige wall.
Her fingers clutched the edge of her sari shawl, the expensive silk threads leaving deep imprints in her palm.
She watched as the female doctor hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out with her gloved hand and grasping her son's penis—that tender part she had once been so familiar with, changing his diapers and carefully wiping him clean during baths, now being calmly manipulated in the hands of a stranger.
Dr. Carter's movements were indeed professional and efficient at first.
She applied more lubricant and began rhythmically massaging the shaft with her fingertips and palm, performing a handjob for the boy.
For the first dozen seconds, nothing changed; the organ remained limp.
Dr. Carter even began mentally preparing the words she would later use to explain to Shivani that "psychological factors could lead to temporary erectile dysfunction."
But then, something unbelievable happened.
The slender organ began... to swell, to heat up.
It wasn't an ordinary erection from blood flow, but more like a rubber tube being inflated with air, visibly thickening and lengthening... The spongy tissue beneath the skin engorged frantically, stretching the once-wrinkled skin until it was smooth and glossy.
"It's still swelling? No... why is it still so soft... isn't it continuously engorging..."
Dr. Carter murmured unconsciously, her movements pausing for a moment in shock, but her professional instincts kept her going.
It soon surpassed the size expected of an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy, then easily reached the average size of a healthy adult male...
And then, it didn't stop!
It was still growing!
Dr. Carter had to immediately adjust her grip because the circle formed by her thumb and index finger, which had once easily encircled it, could no longer fully grasp the terrifying thickness!
Her hand—a slender, skilled hand belonging to an elite adult woman who had performed countless delicate procedures—now seemed small in comparison to the rapidly expanding flesh.
In the corner, Shivani's breathing had completely stopped.
Her eyes widened, her dark brown pupils contracting sharply in the light, as if trying to see the surreal scene before her more clearly, yet also as if trying to refuse to see it.
She watched as the penis swelled like fermenting dough, first as thick as a German sausage, astonishingly long, yet not fully rigid, with an eerie semi-softness; then it continued to expand, its outline becoming like an overgrown, dark-red, fleshy eggplant!
The glans at the tip was full and menacing, while the base seemed relatively thin and weak, hanging limply as if lacking the strong fascia needed to support such a terrifying size...
"This can't be..."
Dr. Carter's voice began to tremble, cracks appearing in her calm, experienced-doctor exterior.
Shivani, too, was so stunned by the sight before her that she instinctively stepped back, her heel hitting the base of the wall.
She was frightened by her own son's genitalia—this realization filled her with immense shame and panic, yet she couldn't control her instinctive recoil. Unconsciously, she even pulled aside the pale blue curtain serving as a partition, hiding slightly behind it as if that thin fabric could offer some psychological barrier.
On the examination bed, Luo Han showed no trace of pleasure on his face—only deepening agony.
His body tensed and arched on the narrow bed, his slender waist and abdominal muscles spasming uncontrollably. His teeth clenched his lower lip so tightly that a thin crimson line of blood had already formed.
Perhaps out of nervousness or shock, Carter swallowed hard, her throat moving with difficulty. The massive penis in her hand was now scaldingly hot, the heat seeping relentlessly through the rubber gloves into her palm, making it burn and sweat.
She quickened her movements.
The terrifying organ throbbed and pulsed in her grasp, its surface veins bulging with unprecedented clarity, like countless purplish-blue earthworms coiling around the dark red shaft, swelling with each heartbeat!
The glans was fully exposed, and the urethral opening was no longer merely seeping but nearly continuously releasing a large amount of transparent, sticky pre-ejaculate—an abnormally excessive flow, forming a small, slippery stream that provided an overabundant, squelching lubrication for this unnerving procedure.
Hiding behind the curtain, Shi Wani could clearly hear the sticky, incessant "squelch, squelch" sounds, each one striking her nerves.
Outside the curtain, Dr. Carter suddenly let out an uncontrollable, almost gasping exclamation: "My God—!"
Shi Walani's heart clenched, and she yanked the curtain aside.
The sight before her left her mind blank in an instant.
Dr. Carter's hand was still mechanically pumping up and down, but her expression was completely out of control—her always calm, rational blue eyes were widened to their limits, revealing too much white around the irises, her pupils filled with pure terror!
Her lips were slightly parted, forgotten to close.
Fine beads of sweat on her forehead gathered into droplets, sliding down her temples.
And what she held in her hand…
It had transcended the ordinary concept of a "penis"—it was a monstrous, awe-inspiring organ that would shock any "experienced" adult woman, even the most promiscuous and uninhibited among them!
It wasn't even fully erect, especially noticeable at the base, lacking sufficient hardness for support. It resembled a boneless, thick, flesh-colored worm, capable of pointing in any direction as her gloved hand moved.
But its size had reached a horrifying degree…
The mid-section of the shaft was as thick as a slender adult woman's wrist, its overall shape like an ancient, top-heavy, severely disproportionate meat mallet!
The bright red glans was full and massive, overwhelmingly imposing!
Dr. Carter, with her extensive experience, had only encountered such dimensions in extreme cases of penile enlargement surgery or exaggerated props in certain special films—naturally occurring in men was perhaps one in ten thousand, only possible in giants over two meters tall.
And now, it was growing on such a frail, developmentally delayed fifteen-year-old boy…
"He must be ill…"
Dr. Carter's toes curled tightly inside her stockings, her voice trembling with a shaky breath. She looked at Shwani, her eyes filled with medically inexplicable confusion and a deep-seated, instinctual dread stirred by the unknown and her own femininity.
"A fifteen-year-old child... especially one as frail as him, is physiologically incapable of supporting such... such a massive organ. It's as thick as my wrist, as long as my forearm..."
As if scalded by the throbbing enormity, she abruptly released her grip and stumbled backward. The calf of her tailored trousers collided with a metal instrument stand by the wall, producing a sharp clatter as several tools clattered to the floor.
"I'm sorry," she stammered, her face a sickly blend of pallor and flush. Frantically, she peeled off the gloves slick with prostatic fluid and tossed them into the trash bin, as though they were some deadly corrosive substance.
"Rohan's penis exhibits several abnormalities. First, it's excessively large! Its temperature is definitely higher than that of a normal male, and the secretion of prostatic fluid is abnormally profuse..."
"Ms. Shwani, I cannot continue. This completely exceeds my professional experience and the scope of normal medical practice..."
Clearly, Dr. Carter was not one for bold or unrestrained behavior. The monstrous, unnatural organ on this underage boy not only challenged her medical understanding but also directly triggered a profound sense of sexual shame and instinctive recoil as a woman.
After making a few assessments out of professional habit, she fled the examination room in a panic. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving behind a hollow echo.