The wave of impotence swept through the crowd. Man after man, reaching for his own erection, found nothing. Flaccid. Unresponsive. As if the cock between Viktor's legs, the massive, impossible, monstrous cock, was emitting a signal that suppressed all others. The incubus pheromone, thick and overwhelming, filling the narrow alley, saturating the air. Every male within range, every human man with a functioning libido, found himself incapable of arousal.
The mother-in-law, bent over the tree, heard the confusion. Her teary eyes, looking sideways, saw the men grabbing their crotches. Saw the frustration. Saw the impotence.
'Wait. Why can they not get erect?'
The thought was automatic. The academic curiosity, the same instinct that drove her daughter, fired despite the circumstances. She looked at the men. At their faces, lustful but frustrated. At their hands, grabbing, pressing, finding nothing.
