A familiar face

Bradley gets back to his dorm and rips his filthy gym shorts off. He tries to pull on some underwear, but has the same burning feeling as before. The same thing happens when he tries to put on some jeans. 'The only things he can comfortably wear are his gym shorts.

He pulls on some black shorts and heads for the shower to get cleaned off. He tries to wash his cum crusted dick, but he finds that touching it with his hands burns as well. He resigns to just give it as good of a rinse as he can manage and finishes up the shower. He needs to avoid his dick with the towel as he dries off but he eventually gets redressed and hurries off to the clinic.

When he walks in he is horrified to see that he recognizes the girl at the desk. Her name is Cloe. He can't remember anything else about her, but they met last weekend at a frat party that Julia didn't want to go to. They fucked hard in one of the spare bedrooms and she gave him her number, but he tossed it out so Julia wouldn't find out.

"Hey big boy," she says with a smile. "I'll be your nurse today. Do you have any boo-boos I can kiss and make better for you?"

"You're the nurse? Isn't there anyone else I could talk to?" asks Bradley desperately.

"What, you don't think I can make you feel real good?" she puts a hand on his chest and squeezed.

"This is serious!" He shouts. "Something is really wrong with me! I think I caught an STD."

"Fuck are you serious! Fuck! I knew we should have used a fucking condom. Jesus Christ! What are your symptoms?" She looks pissed.

"I don't really want to..." he starts.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know what fucking STD you gave me if you won't even tell me the symptoms, Dipshit"

"Ok, ok, look. They are a bit weird ok. I've been feeling weak today, like really weak. I can barely lift anything. Any I've been feeling burning in my crotch when I touch it with certain fabrics. And..." he trails off.

"And What!?" she demands.

"My dick...."

"Your dick fucking what?!"

"Its... like... a bit... like... a bit smaller maybe?"

"Your fucking dick shrunk!" she shouts

"Not so fucking loud!" he shouts back.

"Your the one who gave me an STD! Christ! I'm going to need to examine you. Lets get you in the back" she grabs him and roughly pulls him into the back.

"Take your shorts off" she shouts at him.

"Fuck off!" he shouts back.

Before he can stop her she yanks his shorts clear down.

"A bit smaller?!?" she barks. "It's barely even there anymore, my god."

"Is that bad?" he asks, turning red.

"Yeah, it's bad. Hold on I need to get a picture of this" she says whipping out her phone.

"No!" he shouts.

"Don't worry," she says. "This is a clinic phone. It's got special apps to diagnose shit."

He's nervous but he lets her take the picture.

"I need some profile shots too. Turn to your side. Now take your shirt off. Now back up so I can get your whole body in frame. Now turn around so I can get you from behind. Now bend over and touch your toes"

She takes photo after photo making him pose.

Suddenly the door opens.

"Sorry!" a woman shouts quickly leaving.

Bradley had his back turned, so he isn't sure what she saw.

"Wait come back!" Cloe shouts. "I need another opinion on this!"

The door opens again.

"Turn around!" Cloe shouts, roughly turning him around. "Take a look at this man's dick. Does it look healthy to you?"

The woman looks like she's trying not to laugh. She bends down and looks closely at it, then starts to pull at it with her bare hands.

"I think it's the smallest cock I've ever seen, but other than that it looks normal" she says with a laugh.

"Ok. Thank you. You can go now, Brianna"

"Here. I need you to fill out this form." Cloe says handing him a clipboard.

He fills out his basic info and hands it back.

"How many sexual partners have you had in the last month?" Cloe asks, pointedly.

"Three" he responds, trying to feign confidence.

"Three including me?"

"Yes, including you. "

"Ok", she says. "You are going to have to give me the names and numbers of the other two partners. I'm going to have to call them in to get tested."

"You don't have to do that" he says. "I can let them know."

"Look. They are going to have to come in here. This is very serious. If you want I don't have to tell them who it was"

"No, that's not it..." he trails off.

"Do you have a fucking girlfriend!" she shouts. "I can't fucking believe this!"

"No it's not that! Here. I'll give you the names and numbers."

She hands him a pad of paper and he makes up two names and numbers before handing it back.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to keep you anonymous." Cloe says coldly. "Wait here for Janice. She'll do your exam."

She grabs his clothes and walks out leaving him naked and alone in the room. Thank goodness he thought of the fake numbers. That was a close one. Why did she have to take his clothes, though? The door opens.

"Hi, Bradley? Oh!" an older woman exclaims walking in. "Sorry, I wasn't expected you to be undressed quite yet. That's alright. I'm Janice. I'll be your nurse today. I'm going to take your vitals, do a quick genital examination, and have you give a urine sample"

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"What the hell was that?" Brianna asks.

Cloe is distracted as she tries to type a number into her phone. She calls.

"Disconnected. Sorry. I hooked up with that idiot last week" Cloe says.

"Really!?" Brianna interrupts.

"He wasn't that tiny then! I don't know what happened. He thinks he has an STD. He gave me fake names and numbers for his other sexual partners. Do you think you can help me find his girlfriend. He must have one."

"What are you talking about?" Brianna asks.

"He thought I was the nurse" Cloe laughs. "I was going to correct him, but then he told me about the STD and the dick shrinkage and I figured I had to see it for myself. I just called you back in because I wanted to see him squirm a bit. I've got his full name. We should be able to track down his girlfriend with that, right?"

"Hey" says Janice coming out from the back. "Do you know what happened to that guy's clothes? He's all set other than that."

"Oh, they must have gotten mixed up with some of my stuff" Cloe answers. "Sorry about that. Weird that he stripped off as soon as he got into the room, though. You're done for the day right? I'll show him out."

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Bradley doesn't know what the fuck is going on. Janice didn't seem to know that he had already done an exam with Cloe and she had no idea what had happened to his clothes. The door opens again.

"Hey tiny dick! I tossed your clothes out the window, get the fuck out!" Cloe shouts at him.

"Wait.." he starts.

She grabs him and forcefully pulls him out the door. He tries to resist, but she overpowers him easily. Thankfully the only person in the lobby is that other woman who had already seen his cock. Cloe doesn't stop there though she pulls him through the lobby as the clinic door opens and another young woman catches sight of him being bodily thrown out of the clinic.

Miraculously no one else is close by, and Bradley is extremely thankful that Cloe had actually thrown his clothes out the window. He runs to grab them and is able to quickly dress without any more witnesses. He heads back to the dorm when he gets a text from Julia asking him to come over.