A fictional fantasy first conceived when my female general practitioner did cup my balls for a second to check them during a routine exam.
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I was waiting nervously in my hospital johnny for the doctor to arrive. The room was a little chilly (aren't they always!) and I had been waiting for a while. I had a late afternoon appointment to begin with so it was now well after five o'clock and the office was nearly silent. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I had been forgotten and the staff had left for the day! I was a little nervous because I was concerned I might have a hernia and I didn't know what to expect from the exam. The nurse had instructed me to strip down to underwear and put the johnny on, which I had done but with some trepidation. That trepidation was due to my doctor being female.
A very curvy, fairly pretty female, in fact. During each of my visits, she had been very pleasant and had put me at ease. She seemed to be a very genuine person and obviously had a lot of confidence. She also had long, beautiful, curly, strawberry-blonde hair and wore tight clothes that really accented her curvaceous body.
So while most of the time I really enjoyed visiting my doctor, today I was feeling quite self conscious. My current state of undress (save for a not too flattering hospital Johnny), combined with the extra weight I had gained since I saw her last was leaving me wondering if this was all worth it? Perhaps it's not really a hernia at all? Maybe I should just live with it?
Instead of dashing from the room I continued to sit there, nervous and angry at myself for putting on the pounds. I didn't know if she would end up seeing or feeling my dick during the course of the exam, but that thought caused me even more worry. I was only average in size and doubted that would suffice to impress her!
I fleetingly wondered if I should ask her about options for stimulating penile growth. Wait, who was I kidding? I was nervous just having her see me, let alone asking questions like that! I shook my head in disgust, my dread of her arrival increasing.
Finally I heard a quick rap on the door, followed by her entrance before I could answer. She looked better than ever, in a simple (tight) gray business suit with a low cut white silk shirt under it. She smiled genuinely as she entered.
"Hi" she said. "New outfit?"
I returned the grin. "Yeah," I replied. "They're on sale at Walmart this week. You might want to pick some up - I hear they are going fast."
Her grin widened as she went to my chart. "Must be quite the fashion now then, I guess."
"Yeah, well, you know," I shot back. "You just can't beat one of these for parties and formal dinners."
Before I knew it, the small talk and joking had set me at ease, in spite of all that initial worry. I wondered if that was her intention - is that something they teach in medical school or was she just naturally good with people?
She ran the routine checks and I was able to covertly sneak some rewarding glances at her body while she did so. Her barrage of standard questions finally ended with the purpose of my visit.
Here we go I thought, my heart instantly picking up a few extra beats per minute. She continued her questions about the pain and was suddenly touching me again. It happened so fast I didn't really have time to think about it. In hindsight I think that she intended it that way; to prevent the situation from becoming sexual. She had snaked a small hand inside my johnny and pushed gently on the area I had indicated. Her touch was soft, her hands were warm, and her perfume was perfection. As she withdrew her hand, still talking to me as if she had just patted my knee and not slipped a couple of fingers under the waistband of my underwear, she accidentally brushed against my cock. It was a light touch, almost too light to register, but it was definitely there. My mind exploded with thoughts, the foremost being that I wished it would happen again, and for much longer!
As she continued talking without pause, I quickly put it out of my mind and tried to re-focus on her.
"What? Sorry!" I stammered.
She was looking at me quizzically.
"I asked you if I could probe a little further," she explained, obviously aware that I had not heard her question.
"Um, yeah," I said sheepishly.
She stood next to me, gently but firmly pushing on my chest to make me lie back on the exam table. She lifted lightly on my leg, indicating to lift them as she extended the tray out of the table to rest them on. She picked up another johnny and laid it across my hips, allowing her to keep my groin covered and yet lift the johnny I was wearing, exposing my belly. She expertly began examining me, pushing, prodding, and questioning me about pain. As none of the areas she touched produced any pain, she slid a little lower, her fingertips barely below the waistband of my underwear now. The lull in conversation and the view of her slightly bent over my waist was beginning to make me dizzy with sexual desire and thoughts of her naked. I was fighting to clear my head of this, as the distractions were beginning to affect more than my thoughts! I was not hard yet, but could feel the blood beginning to flow and throb.
In a flash, she had snaked her right hand to my balls and said "I'm just going to check for testicular cancer."
Her hand was back out almost as she finished the sentence, she was so quick at it. I was so in shock that I had barely registered the touch! She started to straighten and I felt a wave of disappointment surge through me. Not that I was foolish enough to think something would come of it, but I had really enjoyed the idea of it!
She lay her hand on my lower abdomen, close to my right hip and just above my underwear. Her hands radiated their heat against my flesh and I was instantly aroused again, and still struggling to remain focused on her words. She was explaining how everything seemed normal and that I needn't worry. I asked her if we were done, and was not quite able to conceal my disappointment. I immediately flushed with embarrassment, my cheeks hot with it, but she just smiled sweetly.
"Unless you had anything else that required my attention," she said lightly.
"No," I answered. "Nothing else has been bothering me."
She definitely picked up on the tone in my voice this time.
"Are you sure? Seems like there is something you are not telling me."
"Well, I..." I began, but I couldn't finish it.
I really wanted to tell her how much I desired her, but I was too scared. The chances of her being interested in me were nil and the risk was huge. She was my wife's doctor too, for crying out loud!
"Too embarrassing to tell me?" she prompted. "All of the staff has left already, or I'd offer to bring in one of the male nurses to make you more comfortable."
My mind was racing for something to say. Anything at all - preferably something smooth and funny to help me recapture some tiny bit of my self esteem would be nice! Or maybe some magic words that would make her want to fuck me right there on the exam table. My feelings of embarrassment were making it harder to concentrate, and my traitorous brain did nothing but chide me for being so stupid as to think that anything I said would make her want me. She gazed at me with those bright, beautiful green eyes.
"It's just that," I began again. "Well, I was wondering if... if..." I trailed off again, frustrated and embarrassed.
I looked at my feet to avoid her gorgeous eyes. I was acutely aware of her hand now, every muscular twitch, each soft pad of fingertip.
"Go on," she urged in a low tone.
She moved her hand a bit as she said it, in a half circle, as if to encourage me without breaking her professional demeanor. Oh, how I ached for her to break it!
"Well," I said. "I was wondering if you knew of anything that can make me bigger" I finished hurriedly.
"Bigger?" She asked innocently.
"Yeah, you know," I said, blushing deeply again. "Bigger."
God was I an idiot!! As if things weren't already bad enough, now I had to come up with this crap! What was wrong with me!?! I would absolutely have to change doctors now and I was doing everything I could not to simply run out of the room, with or without clothes on! My face was so flushed and hot with intense embarrassment that it actually felt like it was glowing. I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if I would have been redder than a tomato at that point!
I dully pointed to my crotch and she immediately understood.
"Oh," she said, smiling. "There certainly is a bevy of products available on the market for that," she said, still smiling. "However, I do not recommend any of them."
Her answer was so surprising to me that I nearly forgot my embarrassment for a second.
"Why? Are they all that bad?"
"Oh no," she laughed. "Some are reported to actually work. No, I meant I don't recommend enhancing penis size at all. Unless there is a medical reason, I think you are just messing around with nature for no good reason."
She continued while withdrawing her hand from my hip, "You see, God gave you what you've got and its up to you as to how you use it. Do you and your wife enjoy sex?"
"Well, we don't have it very often," I admitted, "but its great when we do."
"There you go," she said, "that's all that really matters, isn't it?"
"I suppose," I muttered, completely unconvinced. The ridiculous heat in my cheeks had barely subsided but what had started as a diversion tactic quickly became a genuine question for me.
