Me: No.Pointing to my crouch again.Mum: You’re pointing to your thigh but it’s not your thigh.Me: No, in the marbles. The online doctor called the... testicles or ballsMy mum looked at me in shock. I thought she would be furious and my devious plan was going to backfire as it is a lie after all.Me: I wake up and my cock is very hard and takes 30-40 minutes to soften. The balls are in extreme pain.Mum: Waking up with it hard, is because you have been sleeping so all the urine is collected. A bright light surrounds Chrys before the tube opens and she falls out coughing. She feels as if she was just kicked in the chest."What the hell was that?" Chrys asks as she gets to her feet."Well, your DNA was just altered. Don't you like the results?" Alex asks."What results?" Chrys asks before looking down at her body.Her eyes go wide from the changes she's seeing. She no longer has a cock, and her boobs are two cup sizes bigger. Her tits are perkier, and her pussy is clean shaven now. Her. Some of them are already divorced and very few of them are happy."So is it true or not?" he asks, intruding on my thoughts. "I mean she had just started sprouting our last year in school. It was amazing, one year she was as flat as a board and the next, she was on her way to some serious hooters. Half of the guys on campus were trying to get into her pants just so they could get their hands on those boobs." Yes, her breasts are pretty big," I said. "But she's married and apparently happily. So. Time for a stronger rubdown.I squeeze my legs together as I see you squirt the lotion in your palm, my nerve-endings firing as I imagine the ecstasy your hand is about to bring your aching cock.As your fingers turn white clutching your phone, your hand strokes your cock again, base to tip, lubricating yourself. You linger at your head, just rolling your palm from below your ridge, up and over to your head. Up and down. Up and down. Your hand glides smoothly with the added lotion. Groans escape.