It wasn’t until then that the doctor realized that in her haste to collect the sample she’d actually grabbed
Paul’s cock, and was still holding it. She quickly let go, embarrassed.
“Thank you for the, ah, sample. I’ll send this down to the lab, and have the results for you within a week.
You can put your pants back on now.”
Paul collected his wits, and his clothes. His cock was still too hard to point down along his leg, so instead
he pulled it up towards his belly, planning to hide it under his shirt (he’d learned some new clothing
techniques recently). But it seemed even too stiff for that: he could pull it up to about a forty-five degree
angle, but it wouldn’t go any farther than that. This was a bit odd; normally Paul could pull his cock as far
up as he wanted, even when it was totally erect. He shrugged it off, figuring in a minute or two when he was
flaccid the issue would be moot.
“Actually I think I can’t get my pants back on just now. Better give it a few minutes.” The doctor pursed
her lips in momentary concern, but then very professionally chatted with Paul about how to get his test
results, what they might mean, whether he had any other concerns, etc.
Paul periodically checked on himself during the conversation, but the situation didn’t seem to be improving
any. Was he that into the doctor? He didn’t think so. Finally the doctor began wrapping things up
conversationally, and Paul gave it another go.
It was even worse. He could barely move his cock at all, except by swinging his hips. But with a nine-inch
kielbasa sticking straight out in front of him, there was no way he was going around in public.
The doctor noticed his predicament. “It still won’t go down, hmm? This could actually be serious. Let me
get someone to cover my next appointment, and then I’ll be back to try to help you. While I’m gone --
masturbate.”
Before Paul could question her, she slipped out of the room. A moment’s reflection made Paul realize that
whether she knew it or not, this must be the doctor’s doing. It must be her fantasy. So maybe now that she
was gone, he could go soft again.
He spent a minute thinking about work. But when he checked himself, he was still hard as a rock. Damn. It
looked like just how he retained his size even when Liz wasn’t around, he’d be maintaining this erection even
without the doctor nearby.
He decided he’d better start masturbating again, since that was the doctor’s orders. He walked over to the
sink and started twisting his hands up and down his big shaft.
He looked over at the sound of the door opening and saw the doctor’s pretty face returning. He came
immediately, out of nowhere. As he added more of his cum to the deposit still sliding its way down the sink
basin, he realized that that ejaculation must have been part of the doctor’s fantasy.
For her part, she said nothing, and was playing things pretty calmly. She watched Paul’s orgasm subside
clinically, waiting several awkward seconds in silence afterwards, and then grabbed Paul’s cock and pulled it
laterally. Paul’s hips turned, but his cock stayed perfectly still relative to his hips, as if it were joined
by bone.
“This does seem serious.” The doctor declared. “You seem to be suffering from Priapism.”
Paul had to stifle a laugh at the fact that a power granted him by Priapus was now inflicting his namesake
disease.
“This is no laughing matter. If you remain in this state, it could cause blood clotting in your penis,
essentially giving it a stroke. That, in turn, could cause impotence or gangrene, possibly even necessitating
amputation.”
If Paul had been thinking, he would’ve realized that he didn’t really have to worry about any of that. But
when your doctor tells you she may have to amputate your penis, you are unlikely to be thinking straight. “So
what’s the treatment?”
“Normal treatment is a minor surgical procedure in which additional holes are made in your penis to promote
blood draining.” Paul was amazed to be still erect during this conversation. “But I have neither the tools
nor the expertise to perform that here. We could rush you to the hospital across town, but at the rate your
case is progressing...” they looked down at Paul’s dick, whose head was shiny, purple, and throbbing. “I fear
we wouldn’t get there in time.”
“So, limited to the treatment options available to me here in my office, we must fall back to a more natural
approach, and make you come as quickly and as often as we can.”
<Oh>, thought Paul, <nice fantasy>. “So, should I just keep whacking off?”
“No, that will be too slow. You’ll need my help.” Paul was not surprised.
She walked up behind Paul, pressed herself against him, and reached around to grab his cock. Paul moaned, in
equal parts from the feeling of her breasts pressed against his back, her small hands on his cock, and the
sight of his cock expanding to more easily accommodate their four hands. He began leaking precum, which she
grabbed and smeared all over his cock.
After a bit of initial conflict, they picked up a steady rhythm, four hands working his huge slippery cock,
occasionally straying down to his engorged balls. She broke the rhythm to begin caressing his head and
corona. She had to press herself harder against his back to reach that far, and he felt some enticing curves
under that coat. She tweaked his frenulum, and he exploded.
They both gripped him tight as he came. There wasn’t any sign of softening though. Even while he was still
dribbling, she dropped to her knees, spun him around, and took his cum in her mouth.
As she began licking around his head, Paul noticed it gradually shrinking to a more manageable size. A more
manageable thickness, at least: it showed no signs of shortening. When his head reached plum-size, she popped
it into her mouth, purring at the taste.
Paul jacked the exposed inches of his shaft along with the bobbing of her head. She caressed his balls. She
took more and more of him into her mouth on each forward assay, and soon he had to shorten his own strokes to
avoid hitting her. He began hitting the back of her throat, stimulating his head.
With fourish inches still in her mouth she began to stand up, bending at the waist to keep her head
positioned. Without warning, she lunged forward, taking the monstrous cock down her throat to the hilt. He
was still steel-hard, which meant she had to line up her throat just right.
It didn’t long of her deepthroating for Paul to come again. The first shots went straight down her throat,
but soon she pulled back to take them in her mouth where she could taste them. Still Paul’s boner raged on,
throbbing, shiny, purple, and beginning to hurt.
“Still not fast enough” she muttered to herself after swallowing. “There’s only one thing to do, then. Lie
here.” She patted the exam table. As Paul walked to the table, she removed her lab coat, revealing lovely
wide hips, followed quickly by the rest of her clothes. Paul noted appreciatively that she kept her bush
neatly trimmed.
She wasted no time in climbing on top of his vertical cock. It was still much too long for her, though the
width was quite manageable. She slid down, her velvety walls feeling cool against Paul’s overheated cock.
When she bottomed out, it began changing size, getting shorter but wider. By the time it was short enough
that it all fit inside her, it was nearly as wide around as a Nalgene.
She took just a moment acclimatizing before she began pushing herself up and dropping back down. Her tits
jiggled deliciously. She began moaning quietly.
After a few minutes of this, Paul was near his peak again. She noticed, and sped up a bit. He felt himself
swell with orgasm, straining her pussy even further, and then he was shooting. She kept right on bouncing,
timing the strokes with Paul’s spurts.
It was a great orgasm. It seemed to go on forever. Her pussy was already overfull, so his come quickly
squelched out onto their crotches, even as he kept depositing more. She began tiring, and put a hand down
behind her for added support. Paul was still going strong.
Pauls’ orgasm was beginning to be spiked with a bit of pain, as the dull ache of his overhard cock
intensified. He realized that he’d been coming for at least a minute, maybe two, and it didn’t seem be
tailing off. That was nice, but the pain was still intensifying, and he was getting a bit worried.
He struggled to focus and ignore the tight pussy on his cock, the gallons of come drenching his middle, the
beautiful bouncing boobs in front of him, the moaning beauty attached to them, and the sharp pain in his cock.
Her plan did not seem to be curing his Priapism. A terrible thought occurred to him, and he fervently prayed
that her fantasy was not to have a cock explode inside of her.
Wondering about her fantasy gave Paul an idea. She assumed that the cure for his condition was to make him
come, but if his condition was really just caused by her fantasy, maybe she was the one who needed to get off.
Figuratively. She hadn’t yet.
Through the haze of pain and pleasure of his continuing orgasm, Paul reached a hand down to finger the
doctor’s clit. Her moans increased in volume immediately. The whole area was already plenty lubed with
Paul’s come, so he began strumming her furiously.
Finally, with a shriek, she came. Paul felt himself spurt out one even larger blast, and then his cock almost
instantly went limp, pain and pleasure both abating so quickly he thought for a moment he’d gone numb.
She leaned down onto his chest, a luxury she could now manage that the cock inside her bent. They rested
there for a few minutes, then casually cleaned up and dressed as if they were old lovers. She reminded him to
watch his cholesterol intake as he was leaving.
The episode scared Paul a bit. When he’d lost control of his cock with Ray it had only been embarrassing, but
this episode had been painful and a bit scary. On the other hand, he discovered that night with Liz that he
was now totally multi-orgasmic.