My name is Samantha. I work mostly as a family therapist, but I previously worked as a hospital nurse doing triage. I've seen a lot of things no one should see. I'm pretty immune to most things I see, except animal cruelty and war. Triage can only make you used to gore and things that are abnormal.
I currently work with a single mother and her son. Both of them have their own problems, but I think his is far worse.
I'll start with his mother. Her name is Merri. She's thirty-six (she says), getting pregnant at age eighteen (not earlier) from her ex-husband,Robert. Robert left her and his son fourteen years ago. He has not been heard from since.
The two were high school sweethearts, both the cliché couple of a cheerleader and football player. Both have GEDs. Apparently neither finished high school.
Merri, from what I've seen, is five-foot-five, short blonde hair, blue eyes, pale lips. She has a B-cup, and is still toned because she practices yoga. She gave birth to one son, Joseph. She continues to love him to this day. She recently discovered she is a lesbian. Her son doesn't know.
Joseph is five-foot-ten, jarhead brown hair, gray eyes, and eighteen. He has not had a friend for six years. He spends most of his time on the computer playing MMOs listening to heavy metal. He's not handsome, but he's not ugly. He's stronger than most guys, but not anywhere as strong as the football team. He has a powerful voice, but poor charisma. He is extremely disliked in school. He was raped repeatedly in his childhood until his family moved. He suffers from "macrophallia," as he calls it. It's not a real disease, it's all just genetics.
Basically, he has an oversized penis.
Now when it comes to oversized penises, I get aggravated at the stories people create. Do you really think having a larger penis is way better? The most a woman can handle is nine-inches long, eight-inches around. Comfortably, that means six-inches long, four-inches around. (Oh my God! You mean the average size of mankind is the most comfortable? That's impossible!) Unfortunately for Joseph, he's currently hanging at a foot, nine-and-a-half-inches around. He says it grows to eighteen inches. It's not a pretty sight, apparently. His mom tells me he was born uncircumcised, but because of one rape that tore the skin on his phimotic penis, and the exponential growth of the muscle, he now appears uncircumcised to the extreme. It probably looks very horse-like. And don't get me started on the testicles.
At school he gets made fun of. He does not have the courage to stand up to people. "Horse Boy" is how his classmates refer to him. The teachers love to torture him by making him stand in front of the class, his entire dick line visible to everyone. He turns red in the face and his eyes water. The class chuckles loudly as he mumbles his answers. They're usually wrong.
This is the story I made up of the plight of Joseph. He has had a total of three girlfriends: One when he was eleven, who dumped him when he was twelve after the pantsing incident; another last year whom he met at a school-run driving class who almost suffocated giving him a "surprise" gift in his sleep; and the last one was a horny slut who used him to meet her own sexual needs. This story will revolve around the latter. Her name is Rachel.
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And yes, I am allowed to make fantasies of my patients. Ever wonder why most psychiatrists have that couch leaning towards them for patients to lay on? It's so they can look at the glorious cleavage most of the women have to offer them. I prefer writing stories about men with giant genitalia who can't have sex. This is the first time I get to base this story on a real person!
Joseph woke up, slamming his alarm clock quiet. He lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling. He could feel his penis. Apparently everyone could, but he hated the feel of his penis. He could feel the blood flowing through it. He could feel the small pressure of his testicles on his thighs. He just hated what he had. He swung out of bed, and walked to the hallway bathroom, feeling his dick and balls bounce off his legs. He aimed himself, and peed into the toilet. Afterwards, he walked back into his room and got dressed (it was easier now that he figured out the fastest way to put his cock and balls into his pants) by wearing white t-shirt and sweat pants, then walked into the kitchen, where his mom was eating a bowl of cereal in a light-blue tank-top and pink cotton pants. The kitchen, according to his mom's chest, was cold.
"Hey," he said. "Hey," she replied. He grabbed a bowl and a spoon, and placed them on the table. He walked to the fridge to grab some milk.
"I need to go grocery shopping today. You wanna go with?" she asked, then took another bite of her Golden Grahams. He himself grabbed the Honey Nut Cheerios, and brought the dynamic breakfast duo to the table.
"Do I have to go in?" She shook her head. He breathed deep, exhaled, and finally said, "Okay". He finished pouring the milk into the bowl, and went to put everything away. Merri smiled to herself, wanting to shout, "Fantastic! You actually want to go outside!" Instead, she didn't smile and simply said, "Great."
After about an hour of each getting ready, they both got in the car. Merri was wearing a push-up, as far as Joseph could tell. She was also wearing a thong, but that he didn't know. She was wearing athletic, skin-tight pants and an unzipped jacket over a black vintage AC/DC shirt. He personally wore a dark-red Aeropostale shirt and Levi jeans bought from a thrift store. His pants were exceptionally low in the crotch. She could see the outline of his dick along the top of his right leg, him not bothering to hide it from her. They both knew he was over-developed. Why lie about the pink elephant in the room?
They didn't talk during the ride, rather listening to 70's rock and the intermittent traffic report. They finally arrived at Wal-Mart, where Merri got out of the car and Joseph stayed in. He used his cell phone to connect to the internet, and kept his head down.
About ten minutes later, there was a tap on his window. He jumped, and instinctively put both hands over his dick to hide it. The knocker had, apparently, two very nice knockers. It was a girl, about his age. She motioned him to roll down the window. He obeyed.
"Aren't you... Joseph?" she asked curiously. His eyebrows furrowed. He didn't like where this was going. "Joseph who?" he asked back. She giggled slightly, stood up all the way, and starting to have happy feet, wandering around a bit in the same place.
"You know... Joseph? The guy with the really big... thing?" In his mind, he was thinking, 'Damn fuck shit hell why is she asking?!' He looked around the car, and saw no one else hiding with rotten tomatoes or some other form of ammunition. He surrendered to his internal fear, and decided, 'If something bad's going to happen, let's just get over with it.'
"Yeah," he said half-caring, waiting for retribution. She giggled and started turning red. She reached into her purse, and pulled out a piece of paper and some cloth. She sort of threw it at him, said here, and hurried away, getting lost behind an SUV parked nextto him.
He blinked. Then he asked himself, 'Wha-?'
