Joe stood in front of Dr. Von Hauser with an incredulous look. Now, he was a member of the hypersexualized society he had accidentally created. He reached down to his cock and estimated that it was at least fourteen inches soft but the slight brushing he made began to get him hard.
He tried to calm down by imagining other things but he was soon tenting his pants to their limit.
Dr. Von Hauser noticed and licked her lips. Now that his wish for a description had been met, she felt the need to once again gain a sort of professional decorum. With one hand still actively stroking her clit, she grabbed her pen and began to write out a note.
Just then, Jean buzzed in and said, "Joe's mother is here to pick him up."
"Send her in." Von Hauser said automatically. Joe's mother walked in and Von Hauser realized she was still playing with herself.
She stood up and straightened her tiny skirt against her body.
"Cathleen! I guess we ran out of time. Joe's ready to go but I'd like him to come by for an extra session tomorrow."
Dr. Von Hauser looked up at Joe's mom and realized that she was dressed in a small black teddy. It looked strange on the tired looking woman. Cathleen's stripper heals and black lingerie did nothing to hide her wrinkled chest or her veiny legs.
I guess the wish didn't change the way people looked, just the clothes they wear. Dr. Von Hauser thought to herself.
Joe had yet to see his mom because she was still standing behind him. He turned around to leave and then he saw the sad appearance of his mother. Instantly his hardon began to diminish. He gave a sheepish look towards his doctor and then headed out the door. The walk to the parking lot gave him a better perspective. He saw all sizes, shapes and ages of women in different levels of undress.
In the car, Joe's mom looked him over and said,"Did my big boy do well in his session today?" Her downward gaze and her hand on his shoulder gave the impression that she had paid attention to his localized growth spurt.
"Yeah mom, things went fine." Joe muttered sheepishly covering himself with his book bag.
He would have to think of a way to adjust this world more to his liking.