Chapter 4
When I had finally cleaned myself and met my now much less flustered mother downstairs. We talked about how Dr. Martin would want to examine me soon and what should be considered after that.
Thankfully my old shirts fit me still, but were now tight against my arms, shoulders and chest. None of my pants were long enough to fit me, but we did find some of my fathers shorts that fit about my waist and tightly clung to my thighs and package. The bulge of which was obscene and my mother had a hard time keeping her eyes on the road while on the way to the doctors.
I wasn't much better as it was hard to keep her thoughts out of my own head. I learned that for better control of that I would need to increase my Will stat eventually. Which was good to know. My charisma it seemed was part of the reason for my incredibly good looks now. I'm not complaining, that's for sure. I had always wanted to be this fit and attractive, and now I had it!
Which was fantastic. My RPG obsessed mind was filled with all the numerous ways in which I could grow with this game genie system. I did want to question it more on Tarth, and my new found ability. However I didn't have any more time as I became quickly overwhelmed by the numerous nurses that accompanied Dr. Martin to examine me when we reached his office.
They had all been sent by the other doctors who had examined me earlier in the past month and had become fascinated with my growth. However right now Dr. Martin was checking my height and weight. I kept getting the individual and quick thoughts one after the other about how hot I was and what a hunk I had become from the nurses and my mother who stood all about me at the scale.
I eventually settled on Dr. Martin's mind as I couldn't seem to switch off the ability to read minds yet. And he seemed to be the most rational right now. I didn't need to be popping a boner with all the heavy sexual thoughts from everyone. Not that their constant stares, attempts to bump, rub or touch me were much better.
"It seems you have grown to a whopping 6 '8" William. An impressive growth spurt to call it at the very least. You weigh close to your original weight when we brought you in at 305lbs. But your body fat percentage is at a staggering 6%." Dr. Martin was fixing his glasses and telling me his thoughts as the nurses all raced to jot down his findings.
My mother then cleared her throat before pulling the doctor to the side and having a word with him. I tried to listen into their conversation when one of the nurses went to adjust the weight bar of the scale and her delicate looking nail brushed across my bulge. Lingering for a moment when she looked up at me with her dark brown eyes.
"Oops, pardon me." She gave me a small wink and her hand gave a small but firm squeeze on my bulge. Her eyes went down in shock to gaze at the girth of my cock in which she now held. Surprise written all across her face. She let go and brushed her dark hair out of the way behind her ear. The other nurses staring at her brazen act in awe and jealousy.
"No worries," I started. "I was surprised too when I saw how big it had gotten." I winked back at her and the other nurses, when I noticed Dr. Martin was trying to usher me into one of the private rooms. I followed him and my mother into the room where I was signaled to take a seat and he shut the door on the pleading faces of the nurses beyond.
"Now Mr. Johnson, your Mother has asked that I do a full body examination on you in case there seems to be anything else out of the ordinary." He looked at me and then peered with a slight side eye over the tops of his glasses at my mother. She must have mentioned the large size to which I had grown to him. He looked a bit incredulous but figured he would humor her all the same.
"If you would please stand up and we can make this quick." He said while pulling on a set of rubber gloves.
I stood up and undid my belt, allowing my shorts to drop to the floor. I could hear the intense buzzing coming from my mother's mind as my tight boxers came into view. I figured her thoughts would be far more interesting to listen to right now. Though I didn't want to get hard while the Doctor might be touching me.
I pulled down my boxers and my cock sprung up a bit due to my large sack that cushioned it from behind.My cock slapped against my thigh before settling back into place. The slight moan that came from my mother was subdued as she bit her lip and looked away.
"DEAR Go..." Began Dr. Martin, his jaw hung slack as he looked at me. "Well, ugh, hmph, you have grown in just about every percentile imaginable it would seem, Mr. Johnson. Tell me, does anything about it feel unusual, or off?"
"No, not really. But I do grow larger when erect and I seem to produce a lot of cum now." I stated as blandly as I could. Mostly for the reaction from my mother and the many ladies that I could sense listening in outside the door.
My mother looked up at me now and back down at my cock and a shudder went through her. Dr. Martin continued to look flabbergasted and I could hear some of the ladies giggling outside.
"I see, well as long as you aren't in any pain, then I think you'll be alright. However Mr.
Johnson."He leaned in close to me as I put my boxers and shorts back on. I leaned in so I could hear him. "I must state something that might be of use in the future to you, not all women will be able to appropriately accommodate a man of your size. I would say for your sake and whoever your future partners might be that you use a lot of lubrication and perhaps a little practice first." He nodded to me very solemnly.
I leaned back and thanked him and we chatted for a few more minutes about checking in with him over the coming weeks to make sure that nothing else was happening with me.I straightened myself and tucked my cock back into my boxers. The head of it in its flaccid state was just poking out from the end of the right side.
It took a bit of effort to bring my fathers shorts back up. The boxers kept bunching and catching on my dick. I had to stuff a hand down and straighten it before continuing to pull them up. The continuous arousal that assailed my mind from my mother and the nurses who I could feel desperately wanted to see was making it incredibly difficult to remain flaccid.
"I think we are going to need to make a trip to the outlets and find you some new clothes." My mother tried to break the silence in the room.
"Yeah that sounds like a great idea." I sheepishly smiled at her.
"Thank you both for coming in. I'm glad to see that you are by all accounts Will, doing incredibly well!" Dr. Martin patted me on the back and escorted us out into the hall. I could see the nurses scrambling to any available spot in the hall that made it look like they had been busy at work.
"I'll see you again in two weeks to follow up and make sure you aren't experiencing any more rapid growth. You call however if anything seems to be wrong though."
We thanked Dr. Martin and the nurses who insisted on leading us out of the hospital. When we climbed our way into the car we both looked at each other and laughed.
"I thought those nurses were going to try and follow us into the car!" My mother giggled.
"God I know! They must have been pretty bored out of their minds to think my case was interesting."
"Now I don't think that's the reason at all and I think you know it, hunk." My mother teased me as she started the car. I couldn't help myself but stare at her cleavage as she bent slightly to twist the key.
"Now I think many of the department stores won't have clothes in your size but I'm happy to let you do your thing while we are there." She sat back and was buckling herself when she paused and turned to me looking very serious,
"We also have a couple other things to discuss, young man. I got a call the day after we had admitted you to the hospital from the school telling me about a wild fight that happened between you and another boy. One in which he threatened you with a knife! Care to tell me anything about that!" She folded her arms and waited patiently while I told her the whole story of what happened.
"Oh my god, hun." She paused and looked at her hands that rested in her lap. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. And damn that little shit! I can't wait to tell your father. We are going to see that kid behind bars for this. Nobody hurts my baby."
I could see and feel how mad she was and the images she had conjured in her mind of all the twisted things she wanted to do in revenge against Seth.
"I think it'll be okay mom. I don't want to cause any more trouble. It sounds like the school was already working on getting him expelled. So hopefully that will be enough to make this all blow over."
"I don't know about that. But I am still going to tell your father everything you told me." She paused then as she was about to start backing us out and making our way to the outlets.
"I'm very, very proud of you, for what you did for Sam." Her right arm came up and touched my cheek. "I know you must have been a bit scared, but that took a lot of courage and you did the right thing for her. That honestly explains why she tried to visit so much and look in on you."
I was stunned. I hadn't really thought of my friends until now. What would they think of me now? Would they accept what had happened to me? Could I tell them the truth? Hell, would they even recognize me!?
"You should give her a call when you have a moment, hun. I think she would really appreciate it."
We were on the road now and making our way to the nearby Shopping outlets. I was too wrapped up in the thoughts of my friends and what to tell them and thankfully my mother could see that, that she left me to my own thoughts.
It was perhaps the first moment since waking up with all the changes that things felt like they used to be. Which was nice in a lot of ways. Sure I was enjoying the newfound attention and the enhancements to my body from my ability score increase and the Game Genie. But there's something about having a simple "normal" moment amongst the craziness.
We reached the outlets in just a few short minutes. They were a collection of many major brands who sent the dregs of the products that didn't sell in the big cities to the stick where I lived. To us though it was the best thing without having to drive hours to reach the next best thing in clothing.
My mother told me to call or text when I was ready, otherwise she'd see me by the food courts around 1:00pm. I wandered to a couple of my usual haunts and received no shortage of looks from the many folks who were just browsing. I felt a bit awkward as the clothes I was wearing were pretty ill fitting and most of these department stores didn't have the style that would fit my new giant stature.
I eventually gave up on it and started making my way to the food court about an hour early when I was crossing in front of one of the "hip" stores that many of the more popular people in my school would frequent.
I wasn't going to consider going in but was stopped when I bumped into a woman who happened to cross out from behind a car and getting onto the sidewalk. The collision made me rock on my heels a little bit but as for her she went tumbling back into the group of girls behind her. Thankfully they managed to catch her and lift her back up.
