Chapter 2: What The Doctor Ordered
I lay on my bed in the cool light of the rising sun, absent-mindedly playing with my dick. I started at the base, hands completely inadequate for the task of encircling its insane thickness. Then I slowly ran my hand up the length of my mind-boggling shaft, having to stretch my back in order to reach the tip. My eyes were wide and my jaw was agape. It had been eight hours since that life-altering blowjob where Olivia had sucked eight inches more out of my dick and I still couldn't believe it. I closed my eyes and pictured the events of last night again- dancing with Olivia on the dance floor, bringing her home, blasting an obscene amount of semen all over her. I wrapped both my hands around the head of my erection. It was heavy, pulsating, red. It looked angry. I shivered in pleasure. I had never seen, never a dick this big.
I dropped my penis and felt its significant weight falling for a moment, before it stopped. Rigid and powerful, my dick stood proud like a monument, stretching a full foot from my unassuming figure. I rolled my balls around in my hands. Each one was as big as my fist, as ripe as a piece of fruit. I could almost hear the cum sloshing around inside them. I sighed in satisfaction.
Yesterday I was a pretty normal guy. I'd had sex only once and no party involved had enjoyed it. My body was so ordinary it was boring, like a song you'd heard on the radio a million times. But now I had the dick that pornstars would fantasise about and an ejaculate quantity you could paint a wall with in three loads. I couldn't fucking beleive it.
I got off the bed. Napoleon would be home really soon and I couldn't let him see me like this. Not yet. He'd have too many questions and I honestly didn't have the slightest idea how to answer them. I threw on a Hawaain shirt and some chino shorts, angling my flaccid cock so that it didn't poke out through the leg holes. I splashed some water on my face.
Three quick rasps suddenly struck the door before it swung open. "I hope you're not jerking off in here!" Nap shouted boorishly as he entered the room, the knock rendered pointless. Actually, he'd missed me jerking off by about five minutes.
"Well, well, well," I laughed, "Late night for you buddy. How'd you go with Debbie?"
Napoleon lay down on his bed, arms behind his head and a content smile on his face. I scanned his wall quickly, hoping I'd scourged all the jizz I'd sprayed over his side of the room. I think I was in the clear. "She took me home! Not...like that. I don't know, I was pretty drunk but at the end of the party I went back to her house and... and well I woke up on the couch this morning. But that's promising right? Like, she obviously wanted me to stay over, I just overdid it on the drinks I guess." He sat right up. "Oh and shit, I didn't tell you the best bit! I saw Debbie in her underwear this morning! She was just straight up walking around in her thong and her ass is fucking huge! Like I knew it was big, man but it is incredible. And not a single stretch mark".
"Fuck yeah, dude" I said. I felt a little detached from this information, I must admit. Nap's asinine night of staying on a girls couch and seeing her butt seemed childish and mundane after my experiences the night before. Although I did feel my big dick twitch a little bit as I conjured a mental image of Debbie's remarkable ass. I wondered how'd she'd like look bouncing on my cock-No Robbie, not a healthy channel of thought. "I'm so jealous of you!" I said.
"Hey enough about me," he said, swinging his legs off the bed. "How'd you go last night? Obviously you left with Olivia, what happened? Was she a freak?" He laughed.
"Oh," I said. "She was okay. We hooked up a little bit. She gave me a blowjob. We cuddled for a bit." That was the truth I suppose. I just omitted one enormous detail that was currently hanging between my legs. "She was nice."
"Yes my man!" he held his hand up for a high five. I relented. "She was there this morning and she definitely seemed suspect before she left to go home. I knew something had happened between the two of you. Look at us dude, things are finally going to change around here, I can feel it."
I had a feeling things might be right.
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There were a few things that worried me about the sudden developments from the night before. I was a pretty scientific man at heart, and although there were twelve, long, thick and very real inches of meat between my legs that were hard to argue with, I knew that this kind of thing couldn't be good for my body. That extra mass had to come from somewhere right? And all the veins, erectile tissue, skin that had just appeared in a couple of minutes? There had to be consequences for that.
It was this line of thinking that had me sitting on the campus bus, headphones playing The Killers atmospherically as I stared out the window. My university was huge and sprawling, eco-consciously built. It required a bus to realistically get anywhere fast and luckily one came every fifteen minutes. I was on my way to the health centre, a couple bland offices in the administration building that I assumed mostly dealt with STD's and vitamin deficiencies. I'd never been but I thought having a doctor examine me might help put my mind at ease.
That's not to say I wasn't terrified about having a doctor give me a physical. As of this moment, less than five people had seen me naked and I wasn't exactly comfortable in my skin. I was used to flying under the radar and very much wanted to continue doing so. But doctors are professional right? They see people naked all the time. They see dicks all the time. Hell, they see big dicks all the time too. I just needed someone to give my cock a look and tell me I didn't have cock cancer now or something. I knew I'd never be at peace until I had that all clear.
I looked out the window as the brick buildings of my university zoomed by. It was Sunday morning and there wasn't much going on today. A lot of sunglasses and heavy heads. We went by the pool. I thought about sunbaking, my huge cock unmissable in tiny trunks. I thought about all the girls who might see me. My dick lurched a little. I shook my head.
"Think about something else Robbie" I thought, "Or this will be one awkward check up."
I pulled my eyess back inside the bus. There were only two passengers today, me and a tiny brunette woman sitting at the front of the bus. I'd seen her a few times, I think her name was Maxine. All of five foot two, brown hair, cute face. A real girl next door type. I'm sure she was uber Christian, one of those hardcore denominations-Jehava's maybe? Very quiet. I started imagining walking over to her, kissing her thin lips. My dick crept even further down my pant leg. "Calm the fuck down man". I pulled out my phone and just scrolled aimlessly through the news, letting my dick relax for a second.
Maxine left the bus at D block. I got off five minutes later.
I walked into the health centre and spoke to the lady behind the counter. Thank God, she was a mature woman, a bit on the plumper side, thin hair and an unsightly mole on her face. I couldn't handle another attractive woman right now, my new dick didn't need much coaxing. I flashed my student ID, filled out a form and sat down. The waiting room was simple, a couple chairs inhabited by some sorry looking individuals who had taken a bit far during last night's festivities. The room smelt sterile, clean and chemical. There was a poster on the wall, a scene from one of the national parks. An overhead TV displayed a rotating apology, imploring the viewer to switch to HDMI1.
I waited. My dick felt heavy, like it didn't want me to forget it was there. As if I could. I was hyper-aware of my giant balls, could feel them crammed into my underwear against my thick snake. I tried to think of all sorts of mundane things to keep myself soft: stats class, my grandpa's lectures about the golden age of American baseball. I managed to keep the Leviathan at bay.
"Mr. Robert Newland?" called a warm female voice. Oh fuck.
I looked over towards the source. There was a young woman standing in the doorway, reading from a clipboard. She had flawless tanned skin, in a way that cast her ethnicity into ambiguity. Her hair was shoulder-length and styled very professionally, framing her face. She had thin lips, a wide smile that showcased her perfect teeth. A tiny beauty spot sat just below the corner of her mouth. I gulped and stood. She acknowledged me as I approached.
"Hi Mr. Newland" she said and shook my hand enthusiastically. "My name is Doctor Poulton." As I came closer I noticed that she was taller than me, maybe a little over six foot. She was wearing a labcoat and dark slacks. Dr. Poulton was slim and radiated enthusiasm. I noticed to my horror that she had shapely thighs and the promise of impressive breasts underneath her shirt. I felt my newly reshaped cock shift for the umpteenth time today.
"Oh hey" I stared straight at the floor. She was unperturbed by my awkwardness and asked me to follow her down the hallway and through a door emblazoned with her name. I followed, trying to keep myself from looking at her round, pumpkin ass. I was in trouble.
