Joe was getting impatient. In his opinion this annual physical was a waste of time, and he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t mandatory for his job. His frustrations weren’t aided by the fact that he hadn’t blown a load in days. It was like he was walking around with a permanent erection. When he sensed the small-dick faggotry radiating off the uppity receptionist it took all of Joe’s will not to beat some respect into him and shove a fat cock up his-
“Your blood pressure seems a little high Joe,” Doctor Richards remarked as he removed the arm band from Joe’s arm, “Have you been under a lot of stress lately?”
“No more than usual Doc” Joe answered. “How much longer is this gonna take?”
“Don’t worry were nearly done, just a couple more procedures” Doctor Richards pulled out a roll of measuring tape from a drawer. “First I need to take a few measurements”
Finally the one portion of this stupid routine he excelled at. Joe dropped his pants and let his proud erection spring free. The doctor measured Joe’s height which was the same as always, and around his stomach which had gained an extra inch or so. He then moved onto Joe’s long, thick, veiny manhood.
“20.2 Inches of Length, 19.6 inches of girth,” Doctor Richards read out. “Very good”
Joe’s smug grin turned into a scowled.
“Hold the fuck up!” he raised his voice “I’m over a full 21 inches long! Measure it again!”
“Settle down Joe. Plenty of men experience slight genital shrinkage as they age due to weight gain and other physical factors.” Doctor Richard reassured him as he added notes to Joe’s file “It’s nothing to get worked up about. You’ve been vaccinated against Microvela yes?”
Joe scoffed. He’d read an article on MyFace, saying all he need to protect himself is natural testosterone. On Wolf News he heard only “men” that were already faggy limp dick losers in the first place suffer from Microvela shrinkage.
“I don’t need no fucking vaccine. I’m a real man.” Joe responded, “I’ve told my sons not to take the vaccine either, but I think my youngest might’ve gotten one behind my back. He’s always been soft. Wouldn’t surprise me if he turns out to be a maggot dick loser.”
Doctor Richards paused in his note taking.
“If you haven’t been vaccinated Mr Daniels, this could potentially be a more serious issue. We can administer a simple Microvela test later. However before we do that…” Doctor Richard snapped on a pair of rubber gloves “I’ll need to perform a prostate exam. Now I know you’ve been putting it off and…”
“No way in hell!” Joe protested, “Why are doctors always trying to stick things up our asses these days. That’s why we got so many more fags running around. Just fake my report-.”
“ENOUGH!” Doctor Richard gave Joe an intense glare “Prostate health is nothing to take lightly. You’ll bend over right now or you can find a different doctor.”
Normally Joe wouldn’t take that sort of crap from anyone. But he was feeling strangely less combative. Probably because he really needed to pass the physical and didn’t have the time to look for a different doctor. Plus Richards was the cheapest in town. Joe begrudgingly walked over to a chair and leaned forward, spreading his legs.
“All right fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Doctor Richards lubed up his index finger and gently inserted it into Joe’s rectum. The foreign not entirely unpleasant sensation caused Joe to release a soft moan before he caught himself. His erect penis tingled and he felt something leaking out.
As though anticipating this, Doctor Richards grabbed a nearby beaker and held it under Joe’s cock and collected the precum dripping from his erection.
“Don’t worry Joe,” Doctor Richards assured him as he slowly dug his thick finger down to the knuckle “it’s perfectly natural to experience arousal during a prostate examination.”
“Fuck off doc” Joe growled, trying not to squeal like all the small-dick bitches he’d fucked over the years, “I’m not horny because of your god damn finger up my ass. I-I just got a powerful sex drive... because of my massive co-ohhh-AHHH”
Doctor Richard’s finger had just hit a spot deep inside Joe he was not aware existed. His entire body exploded with pleasure. His huge rock hard erection spewed forth a deluge of semen, filling the beaker half full. Doctor Richards pulled out his finger with a loud wet plop.
“Well good news your prostate seems perfectly healthy.”
“I-I...don’t...know….what….just….happened” Joe responded, trying to catch his breath.
“Rest assured, experiencing an orgasm is not uncommon during this procedure.” Doctor Richards explained as he pulled off his gloves and threw them in the trash. “and in this case it’s quite convenient as we need a semen sample to test for Microvela. Just relax for now Mr Daniels we’ll have your results soon.”
Doctor Richards walked over to the intercom on the wall and pushed a button.
“Excuse me Bobby, are you hungry right now?”
“Oh yes Doctor,” a crackly voice responded from the speaker “I skipped lunch so I’m absolutely famished.”
Doctor Richards instructed Bobby to come to his office and in less than a minute there was a knock on the door. Joe was still recovering in the after glow of his powerful orgasm. He felt too exhausted to even move from his vulnerable position.
“Come in.”
The door creaked open and the receptionist from the front desk stepped through. If there was something odd about walking in on a fully naked man bent over a chair he didn’t show it. There was now a distinct lack of bulge in the front of his pants that wasn’t evident when he was sitting behind a desk.
“Mr Daniels has generously ejaculated some semen.” Doctor Richards held up the beaker of thick white liquid and swished it around, “Would you like to have a snack?”
Joe grumbled quietly. Small-dicks should be grovelling on the floor begging for cum, not pampered like spoiled pets. PC culture was ruining this country.
The receptionist cracked a big smile.
“Yes please! Thank you sir.” the receptionist grabbed the container and took a big swig. His expression immediately turned from cheerful to nauseous and he gagged, spitting out the mouth full of semen, accidentally spraying some right into Joe’s face “Blegh! This is disgusting!”
“You fucking ungrateful limp-clit faggot” Joe’s cum sprinkled face contorted in rage. He shoved the chair he was leaning on to the side, strode toward the receptionist, and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him into the air.
“Ahhh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to-” The receptionist was kicking his legs in the air and crying.
Joe pulled back his arm and made a fist, “I’m gonna make you regret-AAAGH”
A sudden sharp pain pierced the back of his neck. His arm went limp and dropped the tiny receptionist to the floor. Joe turned around and saw Doctor Richards holding a syringe.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“You were being unruly so I had to administer a mild sedative to stop you from damaging company proper-ehem harming Bobby.” He guided Joe's slowly numbing body to slump down onto the examining table. Joe was fully conscious but could barely move a muscle.
Doctor Richards turned to Bobby who was sitting on the floor shaking.
“Are you okay Bobby?” the doctor helped him up and examined him to make sure there were no serious bruises. “Feel free to take a long lunch today, order me a pizza from that place with the delivery man you like. You have permission to rub your tiny cute dickie and have a sticky little orgasm if you want.”
“Yes doctor,” Bobby blushed with an embarrassed smile and nodded “I think I’ll do that, Thank you doctor.”
The receptionist shuffled out the door and closed it behind him. Doctor Richards turned to Joe.
“Well that confirms it. You are no longer producing nourishing Large-Dick semen,” The doctor brought out a mop and started cleaning up the mess on the floor, “it seems you’ve caught Microvela and it’s causing you to become a small-dick.”
“NO! NO! You’re full of shit you fucking microdick sympathizing chump!” Joe yelled, he’d deck him if he was able to move
“You’re going to have to watch your temper Joe. Most Large-Dicks aren’t going to appreciate that sort of attitude coming from a small-dick.” the doctor placed the mop away, and sat down at the computer beside the examining table. “The sooner you accept your fate the sooner you’ll be happily guzzling down tasty Large-Dick semen.”
“No! I can’t I wont…” Joe tried to deny it but could feel his mouth salivating at the thought of getting a nice warm cock in him, “How-how long do I have before I become a full small-dick?”
“Legally speaking you’re classified as a small-dick as soon as you show signs of shrinking and the diagnosis is confirmed. Even though your dick might not be small yet, we don’t know how long you’ve been infected or how much your internal physiology and mental state has already shifted.” the doctor explained, “But as for how long it will take your genitals to shrink down to typical small-dick size, I’d say you’ll start feeling flu like symptoms soon, after which you’ll have a few days at most. But some activities will release hormones that speed the process along; Ejaculations, humiliating experiences and consuming Large-Dick semen just to name a few.”
“I just wanna go home” Joe felt like he was going to cry, he didn’t want to think about this right now “How long until I can move again, is it safe for me to drive?”
“Oh no, I can’t in good conscience knowingly allow a small-dick to roam around without their legal Large-Dick guardian's knowledge and permission.” Doctor Richards started to tap away on his keyboard. “Lets see, by default guardianship would go to your father, but if your father were to be deceased it would then pass down to his eldest male Large-Dick heir, though they are under no obligation to take you in. So if you have any Large-Dick brothers you’d belong to them, but if not then it would pass down to your eldest Large-Dick son. If you have no Large-Dick relatives who wish to claim guardianship...well it gets a little more complicated from there.”
Joe broke out in a nervous sweat. None of those options sounded appealing to him.
“I’ll be looking over your records and giving your legal guardian a call to come pick you up.” the doctor gave Joe a gentle pat on the head, “Don’t worry your little small-dick brain over this. The real men will get everything sorted out..”
After searching the records for a few more minutes Doctor Richards picked up the phone and started to dial.