Doctor's Orders

"Please disrobe for the doctor," said the pixie-ish attendant as she ushered me in and shut the door. The room was sterile, with only PSA type posters about men's health and exercise or some shit. I stripped down to my birthday suit and sat on the parchment that lined the medical bed. I kicked my feet as I waited, staring at the white walls.

The door opened quickly and a tall, beautiful women with an impressive rack strode through. "Lucas Fortune... I'm Dr. Erasmus, but you can call me June." I stood up to shake her hand, covering my junk with the other. She had a firm grip and a brilliant gaze that pierced through me. "No need to be coy Luke, that is what I'm here to examine. Please, take a seat."

"Umm... Yes." I stammer, revealing my floppy junk as I sit.

"I understand that you are having some issues getting it up. Do you have a history of this issue?" She moved a strand of her long golden hair to the side as she spoke and readied a clipboard for notes.

"No. I'd say I'm perfectly healthy. I haven't had any problems until this morning when I... Masturbated... and I couldn't get hard."

She scribbled some notes. "When was your last sexual encounter?" She inquired.

"Well, last night I was a little drunk and had, vanilla sex with a lady who was visibly turned on. I didn't know her... Do you think she might have passed some sort of STD?"

"Hmmm..." She said as she wrote, "It could be. Describe 'visually turned on.'"

"Well, I remember her pussy was real creamy like she had orgasmed multiple times." At that point June stopped writing and gave me a ponderous look.

She went to the wall and donned a pair of latex gloves. "Luke, I will have to do a visual inspection. Please stand and spread your legs wide." I did as told and she got down on one knee and grabbed ahold of my genitals. I would normally be turned on by a beautiful woman holding my genitals, but now was not the time. Besides, I couldn't get it up anyways.

She propped my pecker up as the tip fell limply over her hand. My precum fell in droplets onto one of her fingers and the spot where I had been sitting held a small puddle. She sniffed than stuck the finger in her mouth. "Seems like XXY..." She muttered. "Do you mind?" She held out her tongue as if she was going to lick me.

"Uhhh... No, I guess." I say, fumbling my words and my thoughts.

She licked her tongue up my hanging penis and then took me into her mouth, swishing my dangling privates around with her tongue before releasing me with a pop.

"How does your cock feel?" She asks, wiping off her mouth.

I reply, "It tingles a bit, but I don't feel any change."

She stood and directed me back to my seat. "Well... I know your problem Mr. Fortune, you've been affected by what's commonly known as 'Futa's Mutation'."

"What? What does that mean?" I ask in horror. Futa's were rare, but after their appearance in the early 20th century, the male population saw a rapid decline and females surged. That's why I've never had a problem getting laid despite my subpar size and looks. Still, while futanaris took increasingly public positions of power, they made up a small segment of the global population.

"Well, for one: it means that your cock will remain flaccid until other methods are taken, but this problem can be fixed. I would recommend for you: the easy way or the hard way. Which will it be?" She said, with both hands at her side.