Stay.

You stay seated on the exam table.

The doctor is signing his portion of the papers, you both sit in silence.

Your thoughts go wild thinking of the dark future in store for you. Is your life truly over now? What joy is left in life at this point?

You look over at the doctor still busy with the papers. He isn't really elderly, maybe late forties, early fifties? You let your eyes wander over his upper body. He's quite built, and his pitch black hair has a bit of gray on the sides. You find him quite handsome, as a matter of fact, you're surprised you only just noticed.

Your eyes meet his, and you realise he's looking right at you.

You look away shyly.

"You're cougarfolk, right?

You nod warily. How does he even know what that is?

"Thought so." He goes back to his papers. "You know, I used to know a guy that was cougarfolk." He looks up at you, "We went to medical school together."

He laughs at the memory, "He was a strange one, surprised he even bothered with the sciences, he was very spiritual you see, he thought the moon was a god or something."

"Sadly he dropped out though, just before finals, Barry, yeah, Barry was his name, real nice guy, if a bit cookie."

Your ears perk up at the name Barry.

"Barry Ericsson?"

At the mention of the last name, the doctor looks up again. "Why yes, of course," he looks at his papers, then back at you "Any relation?"

"My dad."

The doctors face lights up. "Of course!" He shakes his head, "How did I miss this?"

You awkwardly smile and nod.

"Hows the old guy doing these days?"

You mind wanders to your dad. The ever devout moon man "Still busy with the moon stuff, as usual."

The doctor smiles, "I can imagine yeah" "One hell of a track star mind you, but with the whole cat magic I wouldn't expect any less."

You look at the doctor again. Wondering what he looked like as a young man. Possibly more muscled than now, less gray hair perhaps? Though you prefer the gray, it frames his face better. You look into his eyes again, but you don't look away this time. Handsome hazel eyes. You always did love brown eyes.

"Mr Ericsson?"

Now you look away. Unfortunately, your body betrays you, and you feel something, a familiar warm sensation in your groin.

You're getting hard.

"Ok, all done with the papers."

Thank goodness he's leaving, you hope. No sense in embarrassing yourself more.

"Mind you, I guess I could quickly check the growth of the womb." He swivels his chair and grabs, what seems to be a speculum.

Then, he rolls his chair closer.

"I would've called you back in, in a few days anyway, but it hardly takes that long to grow a womb these days."

"Would you mind just laying back, and placing your legs in the stirrups?"

He gently pushes you backwards onto the table, pulling a pair of retractable stirrups into veiw.

You feel red in the face, you don't know how you feel about your fathers old friend seeing your dick.

But you comply.

"Ok, I'm going to insert the speculum now."

You feel the cold hard metal enter your ass, like icy fingers pulling you apart. Your dick remains hard.

You know, he can see your arousal from where he's working.

Suddenly, the speculum slips out and you feel something else, the speculum has been replaced by his fingers.

They're scalding hot in comparison to the speculum. And you enjoy the warmth.

You start relaxing as his fingers prod about inside you. Your dick is still hard, but you're melting as the doctor wiggles his fingers around.

Then, without warning, his fingers lightly touches something inside you. And you cry out.

"There it is."

Why did it take him so long to find your prostate? Was he really looking for it?

As if reading your mind he responds.

"The location of the prostate shifts during this time, and it's a good indicator of womb development, as the womb would push the surrounding tissue in order to make space for itself."

But you don't really listen. You move your hips ever so slightly, hoping his fingers might just touch you again.

And they do.

You cry out again. Your one hand grabbing onto your now rock hard member, and the other, grabbing onto the doctors wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into you.

"Oh, Mr. Ericsson, I don't thi-"

You open your now heavy eyelids, and look at him, hoping he gets the message.

"Please..."

He doesn't respond, at least verbally.

But you feel his fingers start moving ever so slightly.

You close your eyes.

Your hand works overtime, stroking yourself Running up that hill, towards the climax.

The doctor adds another finger as if sensing you nearing your end.

You lift your hips, hoping he would go faster.

He does, and so do you.

You're close.

Very close.

You grab the doctors wrist and hold his hand in place.

This release is different than anything you've ever experienced.

A knot is untied and a box filled with butterflies escapes.

Fluttering and free you feel.

You cry out one last time, and your semen lands everywhere. On your stomach, chest, hands and embarrassingly enough, on the doctor.

You don't feel him pulling his fingers out. You don't feel anything, you just lay there.

It feels like an eternity before you move again, but the doctor is quicker to action, and about two seconds later, you feel the his hands on your stomach. He starts wiping you clean with a paper towel. First your belly, then chest.

Then he gently takes your arms arms and wipes them clean too.

You stay silent, just eye him as he works.

After he wiped you clean, he leaves the room.

You take this as your chance. You get dressed quickly and then, checking the hallway, you run out of the clinic.