Dr. PoppinPuus

Sam lay back as Dr. Vandersloot closed the door behind him. Somehow, he got away scot-free! He would have to thank Charlene the next time he saw her, he thought himself. Then a wide smile spread across his face as he thought about what she would want in return.

The thought of squeezing his dick into her bubble butt again had an immediate and predictable physical effect on Sam. Just as his cock started to tent the thin sheets, the door opened. Despite losing track of his daydream, Archer's arrow continued to rise when he saw the tall, voluptuous blonde who would be there to greet him. She walked to the bed with a swift step that made the cleavage protruding out of her deep red blouse bounce.

"Allo," she said, with a thick german accent, "You must be Sam Archer." The two shook hands. "I am Doctor Poppinpuus. I will be your attending physician."

Sam couldn't help but giggle at the name. "This can't be real," he thought. "Is this another lab test or something?"

Doctor Poppinpuus coughed slightly, drawing his attention back. Clearly, she this wasn't the first time someone responded that way to meeting her. "Dr. Vandersloot informed me that you seemed to be in full recovery. Based on your high spirits, that certainly seems to be the case.

"Yes, doctor," Sam said, trying very hard not to stare at the doctor's cleavage or think about her name. "I feel great!" Whatever you point in those things seems to be doing wonders." He pointed to the trio of IVs feeding liquid into his arm.

"Very good," she said, looking down at her clipboard. "We are using a new IV cocktail that should help counteract the side-effects to using large amounts of Rejizropene. It seems to be working even better than we had hoped."

"Is that what caused me to pass out?" Sam asked, nodding attentively.

"Most likely, yes," she said. "It hasn't happened often, but we have seen similar situations happening before. It tends to happen more with our more well-endowed subjects." She quickly glanced over from her clipboard to Sam's cock, which was standing at full-attention. "And you certainly qualify." She smiled at Sam, which made him blush.

"Please lean forward," she said, "I would like to check your breathing." She picked up a stethoscope from the counter. Sam sat up and leaned forward. Dr. Poppinpuus leaned behind Sam and pressed it on his back.

"Now take a deep breath," she said. He breathed in deeply. "Now exhale," she said; and he did so.
She proceeded to move the cold, metal circle repeating the process a few times. What Sam couldn't see, was that the doctor was looking over his shoulder and watching how his manly meat column responded with each breath. Even without visual stimuli, the subject's penis remained fully engorged, she noted in silence.

After testing his breathing, Dr. Poppinpuus returned to the counter, put down the stethoscope and picked up a reflex hammer.

"Ja, now we must test your reflexes," she said. "Please move down to the end of the bed and remove the sheet."

Sam did as he told. He pushed his down to the bottom of the bed and let his feet dangle off the edge, but waited until Dr. Poppinpuus was standing directly in front of him before pulling the bunched-up sheets off of his torso and dropping them on the floor.

For the first time since he arrived, the sight of Sam's hard-on did not cause a woman to gasp, moan or groan. The doctor got down on her knees, putting her bright red lips inches away from Sam's fuckstick, then hit his left knee with the hammer, causing his leg pop up.

"And now the right," she said, then tested his other leg. It worked. Meanwhile, her physical closeness was creating a sexual tension that made his cock twitch. Sam didn't think anything of it, but the reaction gave the doctor pause. She hit his right leg again. His leg moved, then his cock twitched a few seconds later.

"Hmmmm," she said. "That is... Well it could be nothing, but I want to try something and make sure..."