A woman with... An extra appendage

Jennifer was sitting in the waiting room of the gynecologist's office, nervously crossing and uncrossing her legs. The two secretaries at the reception desk were both busy, and the room was empty except for her: a solitude for which Jennifer was deeply grateful. She knew her discomfort was palpable, and she feared that anyone sitting next to her might catch that faint, musky odor emanating from her body.

It had been two weeks since that morning when she had jolted awake from an intense erotic dream—a wet dream that had brought her to orgasm. Upon waking, however, she had discovered in horror and disbelief that above her pussy—which now seemed to her reduced to a mere reproductive organ devoid of pleasure—a pair of male genitals had sprouted. And since then, that new cock had never lost its stubborn rigidity.

After a few minutes, the receptionist looked up and called: «Jennifer O'Doul?»

Jennifer jumped to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. She had just turned eighteen, and this was her first gynecological appointment, but for a reason that was nothing short of delirious. She was about to meet Dr. Pia, and the idea had been making her break out in a cold sweat for half an hour. She was a virgin: the most she had ever allowed was to let her prom date touch her. With her slender body and those heavy eyelids that gave her a vaguely sensual air, she found herself there, completely alone, not knowing what to expect.

The receptionist led her toward the offices and handed her a cup for samples. «You'll leave a urine sample and deposit it near the little window in the bathroom. Then you'll go to room D,» she ordered in a practical tone.

Jennifer obeyed, entering the bathroom with her cheeks burning. Her new protrusion was so sensitive that it seemed on the verge of exploding at the slightest touch, and urinating with an erection as hard as marble proved to be a challenge. Concentrating intensely, she finally managed to squeeze out enough liquid for the sample and slipped it through the little door.

She then entered room D, an innocuous environment like any other medical office. She sat on the examination table, and almost immediately the door opened.

Dr. Pia entered… and Jennifer held her breath. God, she was a sexy thirty-year-old bombshell. The open white coat, like a forbidden invitation, revealed the dark blue sweater that clung to her body like a second skin, stretching generously over her full and soft breasts. Those two inviting mounds rose and fell with her slow, almost hypnotic breathing. Behind the thin lenses, her eyes sparkled with a barely restrained mischief; her red, plump lips, slightly parted, seemed ready to whisper diagnoses far more intimate than a simple report. The sweater emphasized a narrow waist and full hips, encased in a black skirt that rode up just a bit too much when she moved.

«Hi,» said Pia with a big, warm smile. «Are you Jennifer?»

Jennifer nodded, nervous.

«I'm Pia. I'm just here to ask you a few questions before we start, okay?»

Jennifer nodded again.

«Are you taking any medications?»

«No.»

«Are you sexually active?»

«No.»

«Do you have regular menstrual cycles?»

«... No.»

Finally, Pia leaned down to rummage in a drawer and pulled out a disposable gown. «You'll remove all your clothes and put this on, with the opening in the front,» she explained in a professional tone.

Jennifer hesitated, her heart beating hard. She wasn't sure she could handle the situation alone. In the end, she gathered her courage and decided to confess.

«Doctor… I just wanted to give you an idea of why I'm here,» she murmured, clearing her throat uncomfortably. She felt the blush rising to her cheeks. «I… uh… something wrong has appeared, it seems.» Her face grew even redder. «Can I… show it to you?»

Dr. Pia raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, but her professional smile didn't waver. «Well, if it really can't wait…»

Jennifer held her breath. With trembling hands, she lowered her sweatpants, letting the fabric slide to the floor with a soft rustle. Her new member, still rigid and throbbing, bounced slightly in the cool, air-conditioned room.

Pia stood motionless for a moment, her eyes fixed on Jennifer's erect member. «Wow,» she murmured, her voice an incredulous whisper.

«It appeared two weeks ago and… and…» Jennifer looked up, meeting the doctor's eyes. «I don't know what to do.»

Pia didn't respond immediately. She tilted her head slightly, studying the phenomenon with an expression that was initially clinical but gradually became more intimate, more curious. «A woman who magically grows a penis? Sounds like the plot of some low-budget porn,» she said, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Jennifer blushed violently. «It's not a joke.»

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then nodded decisively. «Okay, fine. Let's do an examination.» She stepped closer, bringing with her the sweet scent of vanilla shampoo mixed with the faint smell of disinfectant. She snapped on latex gloves with a quick motion and, without warning, gently grasped Jennifer's cock.

Jennifer gasped, an electric shiver running down her spine.

«Mmh. Completely natural tissue,» Pia murmured, sliding her thumb over the frenulum with a delicacy that felt almost like a caress. Jennifer huffed, clenching her fists on the examination table.

«Very… sensitive, huh?» the doctor observed, her voice low and velvety.

«I haven't touched it these past weeks,» Jennifer confessed, closing her eyes as a wave of heat rose from her lower belly. «Except to pee.»

Pia smiled indulgently, her fingers continuing to explore the shape with a curiosity that went beyond mere science. «I understand.» She paused, gently squeezing the base. «But you see, the exams I should perform in such an… exceptional case… need to be done with the penis relaxed. Understand?»

Jennifer nodded, breathing shortly.

«Today I could take measurements and collect a semen sample to analyze the situation,» Pia continued, as the member throbbed between her skilled fingers. «But…» Her full lips curved into a smile that had little to do with professionalism. «For an accurate diagnosis, you'll have to come back another day, okay?»

Jennifer swallowed hard. The smell of disinfectant now mingled with the intense musk of her own arousal, and her heartbeat thundered in her ears.

Pia moved even closer on the rolling stool; her black skirt rode up a few centimeters, revealing the smooth skin of her knees. «Alright, to start,» she whispered, picking up a metal ruler. «Let's measure the length in full erection.»

Her gloved fingers wrapped around the base, gently pulling to straighten it. Jennifer bit her lower lip as the cold ruler slid along the underside, stopping against the pubic bone.

«17.3 centimeters,» Pia announced in a neutral tone. «More than respectable.»

Her fingers slid toward the tip, her thumb brushing the frenulum slick with pre-cum. An involuntary moan escaped Jennifer when the woman applied light pressure.

«And now the circumference,» Pia continued, wrapping a tape measure around the thickest part. Jennifer noticed the doctor's nostrils flare slightly as she recorded the data on the tablet with one hand; the other kept massaging in slow, circular motions. «5.8 centimeters in diameter. Impressive.»

The stylus trembled slightly on the screen when Jennifer let her head fall back with a hoarse sigh. Pia glanced down: between the girl's thighs, a dark stain was spreading on the fabric of her sweatpants.

«Now the semen sample,» the doctor said, her voice suddenly lower and huskier. She reached into the drawer without breaking contact and took a sterile beaker, placing it on the tray with a clink that made Jennifer shiver.

She positioned the container under the throbbing erection, squeezing the base with calculated pressure. «Normally we time the ejaculation,» she whispered, her warm breath brushing Jennifer's sweaty skin, «but since you've been abstinent for two weeks, we'll check that next time.»

Her right hand began to move with surgical precision: the thumb pressing under the glans, the index finger massaging the frenulum in perfect circles.

Jennifer gripped the edges of the table, her knuckles white. «Don't—» A sob broke her voice. «Doc— Pia, wait—»

«Already?» Pia smiled, a mix of professionalism and mischievous amusement in her eyes, as her fingers continued their relentless rhythm. The glove creaked faintly with each stretch of skin. «It's not even been ten seconds since I started…»

Jennifer came violently. A thick, white spurt shot against the glass of the beaker, followed by another, and another: creamy streaks curling at the bottom like hot milk. Her body stiffened, every muscle tensed, as the cock pulsed between Pia's expert fingers.

The doctor didn't slow down, observing with clinical interest the quantity and consistency. «Good pressure,» she commented softly.

Jennifer let out a whimper when the hand continued to milk until the last drop, the thumb pressing on the hypersensitive frenulum. «S-stop—» she stammered, her legs trembling.

Pia finally withdrew her hand, removing the gloves with that characteristic snap that made Jennifer flinch. «Excellent volume,» she said, holding the beaker up to the light. «About 3.7 milliliters. Above average.» She examined the density of the still-warm fluid. «But considering the prolonged abstinence, it's within normal range.»

Jennifer was panting, her chest heaving rapidly. Her member, for the first time in weeks, was showing signs of softening.

«Breathe,» Pia said calmly, setting the beaker on the table. Her lips curved into a smile that sent a shiver down Jennifer's spine. «Now that we have the sample… you can get dressed.»

Jennifer nodded weakly, still trembling, as Pia stood and headed to the computer. The clacking of the keyboard filled the room while the girl tried to regain control of her body and pull on her pants.

«Good,» Pia said without turning around, continuing to type. «I'd say we have enough data for today. But…» She spun around suddenly, her eyes gleaming under the cold lights. «We still haven't figured out why you grew a penis.»

Jennifer bit her lip, her hands clumsy as she adjusted her sweatpants.

«For next time, I want you to come with blood test results.» Pia tore a sheet from the printer and handed it to her. «And you'll need to arrive relaxed, so don't be ashamed to masturbate in the meantime.»

Jennifer grabbed the paper with still-trembling fingers; the doctor's words burned in her ears. A violent blush flooded her face as her cock, now semi-soft, twitched inside her pants.

«Okay,» she managed to murmur.

Pia set the tablet on the counter and approached her with a slow, deliberate step. The heels of her shoes clicked on the linoleum. «Here's my private number.» She pressed a business card between Jennifer's fingers; her red-lacquered nails deliberately brushed the girl's palm. «Call me if… you feel anything strange. Even at night.» It was a husky whisper, accompanied by the warmth of her breath on Jennifer's earlobe. «Otherwise… see you next time.»

«Jennifer closed the front door behind her with a deep sigh, and the silence of the empty apartment enveloped her like a blanket that was too heavy. Her parents were still at work—always at work, always away—and for the first time, that solitude didn't weigh on her: instead, it gave her an almost physical relief. The cold air conditioning caressed her bare arms as she headed toward the bathroom, her legs still weak and trembling from the encounter with Pia. She needed to wash away from her skin that smell of disinfectant, of latex… and of herself.

The bathroom was lit by harsh fluorescent light that made every detail too sharp. Absentmindedly, she opened the laundry basket in search of a clean towel when a scrap of pink cotton caught her eye. Her old panties—the ones with rainbow prints that she used to wear before all this—lay crumpled at the bottom, still stained with dried vaginal fluid.

At the mere sight of them, her cock hardened violently, pressing painfully against the zipper of her jeans.

Jennifer grabbed them as if they were a forbidden relic. The soft cotton still carried a faint, sweet scent of her—of that version of herself that might have vanished forever. Her fingers clutched them tightly, almost desperately, as she felt the new member throb, swell, demand attention.

With automatic, almost hypnotic movements, she lowered the zipper and pulled down her jeans. The cock sprang free, quivering in the cool bathroom air, still slightly glistening from the doctor's expert touch. Jennifer stared at it for a long moment: alien and familiar at the same time, erect, veined, with the flushed head glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

A handjob wouldn't hurt… in fact, she needed it desperately.