Not in this hospital gown

Your fingers probed around under the sheets, trying to not arouse suspicion as the good doctor continued to tell you about some strange virus. You quickly found that you had no pockets, and you were instead wearing a platic hospital gown.

As the doctor was going over a variety of different pills he might prescribe, you began to fidget. To writhe in your hospital bed like a slug covered in salt.

"Ah, sir? Is something the matter?" The doctor said, the ipad in his hand displaying a few prices.

"Uh, yeah, look, sorry. I just..." you shuddered, punctuating the sentence, "I reaaaaally don't like wearing other clothes. I just... I'm sorry, it's been this way since I was young. No chance you still have my clothes? The ones I passed out- hurk- in?"

"Oh dear sir, I'm so sorry, I will have someone fetch those for you right away," he reached over and tapped a button on the side of the bed.

Not a few seconds later, a nurse appeared in the doorway. You couldn't get a feel for her figure in those hospital scrubs, but she had a sharp face. High cheekbones, tight lips, and a narrow nose. Her eyes, however, were a dark green and filled with energy. A slight smile played off her face, even when she wasn't doing anything else.

"Hiya boss, what do you need?"

"Ah, thank you Mary, could you go get this man his clothes? It should be in locker 40."

The nurse, Mary, gave a small salute and dashed down the hall. With that, the doctor turned back to you.

"Tell me Mr. Doe, how much do you remember?"

"Uh..." best not, "well, I got home the night before from a difficult day at work. Very tired, you know how it is."

The doctor nodded, typing it all onto his ipad.

"When I woke up, it started happening. I must've caught the virus right as it was taking effect. My flaccid dick went from being three inches to... god, I dunno, but it got big. Then it started getting erect, I fell asleep again, and I woke up here."

The doctor cocked an eyebrow, "and how long would you say this growth took?"

"Um, maybe a few seconds? A minute at most?"

"And you're absolutely sure?"

"Well I mean, not totally, but-"

"Found them!"

The two of you turned to look at the doorway, where Mary had returned. In her arms was a basket full of your things. Work jeans, T-shirt, socks and underwear. It was all there.

"Ah, wonderful. Alright Mr. Doe, I shall give you a few minutes to get dressed in private. But I cannot let you leave until we've determined what's happening here. A growth at the kind of speed you described is unheard of, even for this virus."

With that, the medical professionals left. Once the door had closed, you threw off the covers and nearly fell flat on your face. The world spun like a merry-go-round in a tornado as blood rushed to your brain. Still woozy... how quickly had you gotten to the hospital? Come to think of it, who had found you and thought this warranted an emergency?

Questions for later. You staggered over to the basket, and shuffled your hands through to the jeans. The whole pile smelled like work, which means the hospital hadn't even had time to wash it. Good news for you.

After a few seconds, you found it. You pulled out the paper, and stared at it. In all this activity, you hadn't thought about what you'd do with it once you had it. You felt another headrush, and got your answer.

Holding the paper and sweeping aside your gown, you thought of something.

'My monster cock's not going to damage my body any more than my old dick did. It can still get just as erect without causing me to pass out.'

He winked at his dick, and the wooziness vanished. He hopped from one foot to another, and felt none of that same dizziness. With a silent fist pump, he stowed the paper back into the jeans and got himself dressed again.

Alright, now that he was back in order, he had to consider his next move.