Chapter Seventeen

Part Four

Liam sat on the examination table in the Big House infirmary, déjà vu niggling at him.

Had he been here again since that first day on the ranch?

The white walls, sheets, and privacy curtains gave the small clinic an almost glaringly bright, sterile quality that contrasted with the rustic country aesthetic throughout the sprawling manor home. The decades-old, though well-maintained, furnishings and fittings were memorable enough.

Only a square of new paint on a wall indicated recent renovations, probably where a mirror or mounted cabinet had been removed.

So why did his brain itch when he focused on that spot?

Liam turned away to avoid the troubling feeling and stared glumly at his poor feet. Stripped down to a pair of wool knit long johns, he felt exposed, but when Gabby had caught him limping out of the men’s dormitory earlier, she’d insisted on an immediate medical check-up.

“I need to take care of you, Daddy.” She cooed in that breathy girlish tone, her wildflower perfume and loving arms enveloping him. ”I’m your precious baby girl, right? It’s my job to keep you in tip-top shape.”

There’d been no arguing with his little ray of sunshine, and–considering the gnarled, discolored condition of his toes–Liam was thankful for her concern.

All ten toenails had grown into a twisted, brown nightmare. Fusing like close-packed brambles. His cuticles receded to the first knuckle. The skin around them was dark and badly calloused.

It didn’t hurt exactly, but made walking in cowboy boots an uncomfortable experience.

Gazing down the length of himself, Liam was struck by a sudden bout of dysmorphia. This brawny, strapping frame wasn’t his. He didn’t have rock-hard pecs and washboard abs. Whose broad shoulders, hips and quads were flexing at his slightest movement?

That enormous bulge down in his undies couldn’t really be him…

“Ready for your examination, Daddy? The doctor is here to fix everything.” Purred a sweet voice. “Why don’t you tell me where it hurts so I can kiss it better.”

Gabby lounged in the doorway wearing a white lab coat over a wispy gingham dress that barely brushed her thick upper thighs, propped up by beige pumps. A stethoscope hung from her neck to complete the sexy doctor get-up.

Liam stifled a groan at the sight. “Not now, baby. Please. This is serious.”

“I am being serious, Daddy. I’m a certified medico.” She swayed forward with a frown of mock severity, gesturing at his feet. “Other than the obvious, what Dr Gabby can help you with today?”

He watched as the mischievous blonde picked up a clipboard before trundling a short stool over to sit a handbreadth away from his knees. A low-cut neckline afforded Liam a splendid view of her mountainous cleavage when she leaned in to prod his disfigured toes with a pen.

“I-I don’t know. Um, wait. I’m actually worried…

“Is there any pain when I apply pressure here?” Gabby asked, poking the ball of his foot. “Any numbness or loss of sensation?”

“Uh, no. That feels fine. Listen, I’m trying to tell you…”

“How about here.” She swept her long golden locks aside to tap the joint of Liam’s big toe where the flesh appeared blistered. “Not even a tickle?”

“Can’t feel anything there.” He said unhappily. “But that’s not the only…”

“Roll your ankle for me, please.” She rested a hand on his shin, her touch gentle. “Demonstrate the full range of movement if you can.”

“Dammit, Gabby! You’re not hearing me!” Liam barked in frustration, regretting his harsh tone when she flinched away. “I’m sorry, Baby, but I don’t like being ignored when speaking. Especially with you.”

Guilt slammed his gut like a runaway ten-wheeler, followed by dread.

Would she flee from the screaming brute? Weeping and flinging condemnations at him? Liam braced himself for that and more. Knowing he’d likely earned it. She’d been trying to help…

“No, I’m the one who is sorry, Daddy. You’re right.” Gabby sounded subdued, then faced him with a goofy grin. Her dazzling cerulean eyes twinkled. “Silly me got caught up in analytical mode. Forgot rule number one; always listen to your patient.”

She hopped onto the examination table, snuggling close and resting her head against his bicep. Their legs brushed together as her warmth and softness soaked into his side.

“I’m all ears now, Daddy. Tell your baby girl what ails you.”

Liam felt tongue-tied by the sudden reversal. Gabby’s fragile fingers laced between his, her floral scent triggering a Pavlovian response that jump-started his libido.

“It’s hard–I mean, difficult to explain.” She giggled at his Freudian slip. That sounded nice. “I can’t shake this strange feeling, Baby. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, it takes me a second to realize it’s me staring back. Like, who is that guy? Or when I’m jerking off, I’ll glance down and wonder where this enormous cock came from–”

“You’re still masturbating, truly? After spending days with me and the slut twins?”

“Oi, don't interrupt.”

“Apologies, Daddy. Please continue.” Gabby was positively giddy. “Don’t hold back. Tell me everything.”

Her dainty hand alighted on his crotch, stroking and caressing the stiffness she inevitably discovered through the fabric.

“It’s as if I don’t know who I am anymore.” Liam groaned at the contact, “I don’t always recognize myself, and… Nnngh! Baby, I love you but it’s really hard to focus when you’re–”

“You said ‘hard’ again, Daddy.” She snickered, batting her luxurious lashes. “And I agree. You’re having a very, very hard time dealing with so many changes lately. That’s why I’m here. To help you get through the rough patches and be the best Daddy you can be. Because I love you too. More than anything.”

Her hands played like magic along his stiffening pole, hitting Liam’s sensitive spots with the precision of a master musician and bringing him to throbbing attention in record time.

“Baby, the check-up…” He managed to gasp, lifting his hips so she could remove the troublesome undergarment. “My feet…”

“...have a bad case of Onychogryphosis, also called rams horns nails. See it all the time.” Gabby waved away his concern, even as she tugged the long johns down over the suspect appendages. “I’ll get you a footpowder. That and a fresh pair of boots will soon put you to rights. I promised to look after you, Daddy. Now, about that other thing you mentioned…”

Other thing? Liam’s mind reeled while his bull cock levered skywards like a barn raising.

“There was something else.” He gritted out, warring against the escalating arousal. “Lumps on sides of skull. Not going away. Can’t see them in mirror.”

He scratched his head, making a scruff of hair stand on end.

Liam found it odd how his vocabulary became truncated in moments of passion, often reduced to short, monosyllabic phrases during the most deviant acts as though his brain was overheating from too much sex.

“Cutaneous growths. Your diet contains lots of eggs and root veges, Daddy.” Gabby eyed his swinging dick, licking her chops hungrily. “Keratin-rich foods can lead to deposits building under sun-damaged skin. We’ll get you a new hat, too. A bigger hat. And sunscreen. No, I meant the other other thing.”

Logic and rational thought threw in the towel when she reached out and ghosted a delicate finger up his rigid underside. That single, deliberate stroke delivered pure pleasure to every strand of Liam’s nervous system.

Tense muscles slackening, he slumped back on the examination table, head thudding loudly off the wall.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Daddy.” Gabriella pouted prettily. “**** the chicken. Wasting your valuable semen. How could you?”

“Yoo-hoo! We’re here, Handsome. Your favorite fucktoys…” Sang an excited voice before abruptly stopping. “Dammit, lil’ sis started without us… again.”

Trixie and Dixie crowded the infirmary doorway in the tiniest, skimpiest nurse outfits imaginable.

Their ultra-voluptuous figures were swathed in shiny white PVC microdresses that did nothing to contain the twins’ outrageous curves. Huge globular tits and bubble butts spilled out of the plunging neckline and scanty hems, only a few loose stitches from bursting. Small nurse's caps were pinned in their cascading chestnut tresses. Tan stockings and glass stripper heels accentuated shapely legs begging to be spread.

They resembled a couple of naughty college coeds out to score a rough fucking on Halloween. Liam would eagerly oblige.

“Oh look, Daddy, the cum-guzzling sluts have finally arrived.” Gabby grabbed his hardness to shake at them in place of the world’s biggest, most disapproving finger. “Late as usual. They were supposed to be here assisting us ten minutes ago. I’ll never understand how you can tolerate their bad behavior.”

“Aw, come on, Gabs.” Dixie objected, gesturing at her twin. “You told us to dress up and looking this hot takes time. We’re not used to making the extra effort. Most guys are more than happy with our usual duds.”

“Honestly, it was a lot of work,” Trixie mumbled, plucking at the teensy dress, millimeters away from a nipple slip. “Can we move past this already, please? My tummy is rumbling for a shot from that cannon you’re holding.”

The lascivious brunette licked her full lips, eye-fucking Liam intently.

“Hmm, I’m not sure we can.” Gabriella’s haughtiness knew no bounds. Shamelessly milking the moment for all it was worth. “What say you, Daddy? Should we punish these worthless whores?”

Her fingers slid like the softest silk along his rigidity, delivering a double dose of brain-fogging ecstasy.

“Let ‘em suck.” He grunted—the command brief and blunt as a cudgel. “Dumb heifers. Show ‘em who their bull is.”

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