At the Exam

“A little short of twelve inches?” the doctor said. Female doctor. Woman, lady doctor. Dr. Beshy was Indian and perfectly clinical. “That’s… healthy. And in about two or three weeks?”

“I guess, I don’t measure it every day, Doctor,” Cary said, politely. He’d made a same-day and hustled over. Of course only girl physicians had been available. He’d been torn about wanting some grey-haired motherly figure to regard his balls, or someone a little more… interesting. Dr. Beshy was in her mid-thirties and had long black hair.

“Hmm. Puberty is a time of miracles. Do very long penises run in your family?”

“I… have no clue. Do I have to ask? Or think about it?”

Dr. Beshy shrugged. She was sitting very close to him. She wore a white lab coat and a t-shirt just barely visible underneath. It looked like some sort of band tee, as far as Cary could tell. Dr. Beshy sniffed the air. “Hmm. Is there a family– did I just ask that?”

“Yes, and I said I don’t want to ask my Dad about his dick,” Cary said. He took a deep, calming breath. Talking back to doctors was not like him. He was used to getting praise for being so good about vaccinations. But Dr. Beshy looked – not fully focused. Like she was involved in a puzzle while trying to diagnose. Her mild eyes reconnected with his.

“I suppose its time to examine it, isn’t it?”

Cary felt a familiar slush of embarrassment. As much as he made the best of it, the truth was his body had been hapless from the get-go, a padded and wobbly blob that generated good-natured contempt. He wore extra-large t-shirts almost exclusively. His cheeks were always ruddy. With doctors he was used to cold stethoscopes needing some time to find his heart.

He dropped his pants. Cary had skipped underpants. They didn’t fit.

“Oh,” the Doctor said. “Oh, okay. Yes.” She swallowed.

He was getting hard. Cary looked down. Not only was it still growing, it had decided to add a wreath of pubic hair, again just about overnight. Overall it improved the look – more burly. The burn of humiliation was already fading away. What was there to be embarrassed about? It was a great cock.

He was looking forward to seeing just how big it was, today.

“It’s fine,” the Doctor said, quickly. “I’ve seen hundreds of penises. Although not of this… heft. And size. And you think its LESS than twelve inches?”

“I mean, it was, last time I measured.”

“Then we’ll have to measure,” Doctor Beshy said, a bit too quickly. “It doesn’t hurt?”

“Oh no,” Cary said. It felt – a lot of things. Yes, it felt really good to stroke. He’d already jacked off that morning. Waking up and masturbating was becoming nearly automatic. And even so, and with another pre-bed whack-off, he was waking up to a half-hard cock dribbling pre-cum. “Doesn’t hurt at all.” Why not tell her? “Feels good.”

“I’m sure it does,” the Doctor nodded. “The male penis is covered with sensitive nerve endings. And this one even more so. I—” she looked down. At some point she had reached out and put her hand on top of, and partially around, the shaft. Her hand was brown and had a silver ring on.

“Oh, I should’ve gotten your consent for that,” the Doctor said. She inhaled again. “There’s a musk, isn’t there? That’s musk.”

A doctor telling him he smelled like a woodland beast at last penetrated Cary’s unexpected lack of shame. He wasn’t totally sure what musk was. He had cleaned off his cock in the shower pre-visit, but that had led to another session in the shower. “Sorry, I–”

“No need to apologize! Men have a– its a VERY normal scent and quite fine. We are all animals, after all.” She giggled, nervously. “Animals. Yeah.” Her fingers still rested on top of his dick, and now they started to rub back and forth. “It’d be strange if there wasn’t a– it’s very male, don’t worry. Very male. I am just examining you. That’s okay, right?”

“Umm–” Cary was uncertain. There had been so much strangeness in the past few weeks. The immediate thought he had was: he’d dreamt this, hadn’t he? He’d been having erotic dreams for awhile. They were all designed by horny teenage redditors, and had the same theme: show women your dick. They’ll be thrilled to see it. They’ll want to touch it. He’d woken up aggrieved at his subconscious. Girls wanted more out of men then a chance at their phallus. Right?

But here was a doctor, interested mostly in his dick. Touching the skin. His dick was at full extension. With its new pubic crown it looked more normal, more filled-in.

“I think my balls are bigger too,” Cary heard himself say.

“I should hope so!” Dr. Beshy said. She seemed to collect herself, wiping at her nose, and reluctantly pulled her hand away. Only to reach underneath for his testicles. “Yes, I see. Not quite to size, but I bet they’re still coming in, aren’t they? I bet they are. Have you noticed any differences in your ejaculate? Not to make any— “ she puffed a hot breath. It lasted all the way to his dick. “--- assumptions.”

Had he? With all the other changes, examining his jizz had been a low priority. Cary shrugged. Over the past few minutes, by shifting his weight and shuffling his feet, he’d placed his penis in the exact center of the exam room. It missed the doctor’s fingers. She only had eyes for it, watching it twitch and jerk, trying to get back into her palm. Dr. Beshy traced her bottom lip with her tongue, very slowly.

“We should get a sample,” she said, dreamily. “A nice healthy sample.”

“You’re going to jerk me off?” Cary said.

“I–” her hand was already halfway there. Dr. Beshy had to halfway wrench it back. “No. No no. I mean – I could – scientifically I’d be the perfect —” the lights overhead glinted on her stethoscope. “I’ll be back in a second. You can get started. I–I’m sorry. I really can’t…” she heaved herself off the little exam stool and backed away, blinking hard. “But do jack off, okay? Pretty-please?”

Not long ago Cary would’ve keeled over dead at lamely self-stimulating in front of an authority figure. Now He clamped a hand on his cock and ran his own rough fingers all the way down the shaft. It was nowhere near as good as new, feminine fingers. What would happen, he wondered, if he told her to jerk him off?

“Just like that,” Dr. Beshy whispered. “Big long strokes. I should – measure it. E-excuse me,” she backed into the exam door, and then out.

Cary’s balls churned. He had been aware of their own growth. It just hadn’t seemed very important next to the stiff prong he was stroking. At least it really did feel fantastic. He was jerking off about four or five times a day. It seemed to drain off the very strong, very powerful urge to– mate.. The sense that he should take Dr. Beshy by the stethoscope and guide her mouth over to his dick. Put that medical training to work. Pressure grew at the base of his penis. This was going to be a spectacular shot.

“Okay, I have the cup here for —” Dr. Beshy walked in. He was at full mast, back arched, and popped. A long cumshot spiraled across the room and smacked into the wall. The room smelled like male, saline, and something indescribably else.

“Oh my god,” Dr. Beshy whimpered. She fumbled the cup. “Let me– oh no.” She brought the cup closer, hands shaking. Shot number two stained the entire length of her lab coat, and the third one caught her on the cheek. It was no accident – it felt right to aim a bit higher. Dr. Beshy didn’t react to it. After that even Cary’s new production slowed down, and the final dregs dropped into the cup. It was still halfway full.

“Sorry,” he managed. “Sorry I mucked you up.” He tried to mean it. Cumming all over the doctor wasn’t something he usually did. But it came out insincere.

“Lets–” Dr. Beshy tried to take a calming breath. She had cum all over her fingers. Her hand was all frosted. “Lets have you cum… cum… we’ll see you again in a few weeks, okay? One week. Just whenever you can get back, I’ll be here. I’ll get a bigger jar next time.”