Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2016 15:31:13 -0600
From: jordan.bradders@nym.hush.com
Subject: Freak of Nature - Part Three - Doctor's Appointment

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   Freak of Nature - Part Three – Doctor's Appointment

   By Jordan Bradders

   (c) Copyright 2016 Jordan Bradders.  The author reserves all rights.
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  This is part three of a multi-part story.  It will make more sense if you
read at least part one first.  It can be found in the Nifty archive under
Gay Male in the Incest Category at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/freak-of-nature

Part Two can be found in the Nifty archive under Bisexual in the Incest
category:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/freak-of-nature/freak-of-nature-2

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Peter stepped into the school office, note in hand.  "Mr. Donaldsen sent
for me," he said to nobody in particular.  The school secretary looked up
and said "Your mom's on her way.  She asked us to get you out of class."

"Did she say why?"  When the woman shook her head, Peter dropped into a
chair to wait.

His mother bustled in a few minutes later, went directly to the counter and
signed him out.  As they left the building, she explained "I called to make
you a doctor's appointment and they said they could fit you in this
afternoon.  We have to hurry."

Peter almost had to run to keep up with his mother.  "I'm not sick.  Why am
I going to the doctor?"  Then he realized what this was about.  "Oh, c'mon
Mom.  It's just big. There's nothing wrong with me."

His mother said nothing, but just started the car.  "I just want to get you
checked out.  You haven't seen Dr. D'Salvo in two years; it's about time
for a checkup."

Peter groaned.  "D'Salvo?  He's a pediatrician.  Don't you think I'm a bit
too old for a kiddie doctor?  Molly and Miranda go to a different doctor
now."

The woman laughed.  "You want me to make you an appointment with the
gynecologist, Peter?"  She looked at her watch as she turned into the
clinic parking lot. "Five minutes to spare. Let's go."

She got out and strode toward the front door of the clinic, not even
looking to confirm that her son was following.  Though it had been some
time, the receptionist looked up and smiled.  "Hello, Barbara.  How've you
been?"

Peter's mother looked back, grinning.  "Four girls, a boy and a job; same
old, same old."  Both women laughed.

The receptionist gave Peter a warm smile.  "Wow!  You've gotten so big!"

Peter laughed self-consciously.  He had clearly not gotten big; at least
not the way the woman implied.  "Ya gotta love irony," he muttered to
himself as he dropped into a seat.  He opened the textbook he'd brought
from the car.  He'd been here before, and knew he might have a while to
wait.

Barbara slid into a chair across from her son and tried not to stare.  So
much had changed for her only boy in the past week.  She remembered
watching her younger brother go through the same process, reflecting that
it had started for Pete at about the same time in his life as for Peter.  A
senior when he was in ninth grade, she'd done what she could; but High
School had been a nightmare for her brother.  She was determined that
wasn't going to happen to her son.  The key was keeping his giant genitalia
confidential as long as possible.  First, though, she had questions she
hoped the doctor would be able to answer.  She also had hopes that he could
help with one looming logistical problem.

Finally the nurse, a younger woman Barbara didn't know, stepped out and
called Peter's name.  He gave her a look when she got up, but didn't say a
word.  They stopped in the hallway.  The nurse prompted Peter to take off
his shoes and step on the scale, then announced "Sixty inches and 95
pounds."

Peter reddened, already knowing he was small for his age, picked up his
shoes and followed the nurse into the examining room. The nurse clipped a
small sensor on the end of one of his fingers then took his pulse and blood
pressure on the other arm.  While she recorded these numbers, she explained
"You don't need to undress yet, Peter.  The doctor will want to talk with
you and your mom first.  He'll be with you shortly."  Then she stepped from
the room.

Peter perched on the end of the examining table while his mother lowered
herself into the one chair in the room.  Neither of them even considered
sitting on the rolling stool, which they knew was reserved for the doctor.

Peter looked at his mother and said "I don't want you in here for the exam,
mom.  I'm old enough to do this myself."

She nodded as the doctor walked in the door.  "Of course, Peter.  I just
want to talk with the doctor; then I'll leave the two of you alone."  She
stood and looked at the doctor, smiling.  "Hello, Doctor D'Salvo.  I'm
sorry it's been so long, but Molly and Miranda are seeing my gynecologist,
and Peter, Lillie and Emma have been healthy, so..."  She didn't so much
end the sentence as fade out.

The doctor stepped forward and clapped Peter on the shoulder.  "It's good
to see you, young man."  Only then did he turn back to his mother.  "That's
okay, Barbara.  That's about how it works for most families."  Still
looking at her, he said "What brings you in today?"

Peter giggled as he thought `The car,' but didn't give voice to his
thought.  Both adults looked at him briefly, then back at one another.  The
doctor understood that Peter's reaction indicated nervousness; he wondered
why.

Barbara cleared her throat.  She held her handbag close, as if hugging it.
`She's nervous, too,' the experienced pediatrician thought.  `What is up?'

"Well, doctor.  You know Peter had always been small for his age.  He'll be
starting high school in the fall and I just wanted to get him checked out
to make sure he's developing normally."

The doctor turned to Peter with a smile, then back to Barbara.  "So you
want a complete physical.  That's not a problem."  He turned back to the
mother.  "Okay, Barbara.  Peter's a teenager now.  You can go back to the
reception area.  I'll send for you when we're done."  Turning back to
Peter, he said "I'm going to step out for a few minutes.  Please undress
for me; you can keep your underwear on for now."

Barbara stopped the doctor in the hallway.  "I think Peter will be much
more comfortable if you don't have a nurse in the room for his exam."

"Sorry, Barbara.  That's an insurance regulation.  I have to have a nurse
present when I do an exam.  No exceptions."  Barbara nodded and stepped
back into the waiting room.

Peter looked around the familiar room.  He'd been here many times when he
was younger; he'd been a very accident-prone kid and a bit sickly.  Truth
be told, after his father's death, his mother had become a bit
overprotective.  He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the
chair.  Then he skinned out of his jeans and threw them at the shirt; they
landed on the floor but he made no move to pick them up.  He sat again and
peeled off and tossed his socks.  Then he waited, carefully keeping his
knees together and crossing his hands across his lap.

The doctor knocked once then bustled in, accompanied by his nurse.  "It's
good to see you again, Peter. We've certainly done this before, so I have
to ask.  Why do you seem nervous?  Is there something you want to talk
about?  I'm your doctor; you can talk with me about anything. With the
exception of child abuse or you wanting to hurt yourself, I won't repeat
anything you tell me to anyone.  Not even your mom."

Peter shook his head.  "No.  I'm okay.  Nothing I need to talk about.  I
guess my mom just thought I needed to get checked out."  He dropped his
eyes, not wanting to look at the doctor or the pretty young nurse.

The doctor listened to Peter's chest and back, poked and prodded his
various lymph nodes, organs, and joints.  He used a hammer to test his
reflexes.  He noted that the thirteen-year-old's body was still covered by
a layer of baby fat, and that he had no visible body hair, including under
his arms.  "Okay, Peter.  Now I need you to take off your underwear so I
can finish the exam."

Peter glanced at the nurse, then back at the doctor. He felt himself
stiffening slightly.

"I know, Peter, but Tabitha has to stay.  She's a professional, and it's
nothing she hasn't seen before."

Peter laughed nervously then lifted his butt from the table.  He slid off
his boxers and placed them on the table behind him where he could reach
them quickly.  His semi-erect penis unfolded and dangled between his legs,
eliciting a gasp from the nurse as it started to stiffen.

The doctor ushered the young woman from the room, wishing Peter's mother
had been more specific about her concerns.  He talked with the nurse
briefly, reminding her of the importance of patient confidentiality and the
potential consequences of any breaches.  The nurse nodded and giggled.
"Who'd believe me, anyway?"

The doctor frowned and returned to the exam room, firmly shutting the door.
"Well, I can see why your mom wanted me to check you out, Peter."  His tone
business-like and professional, he remarked "I guess you know that your
penis is unusually large."

Peter nodded.

"How long has it been this size?  When did it start growing?"

Peter had just been thinking about this, so it was easy to answer.  "It was
about the size of a pencil stub on my twelfth birthday."  He didn't explain
that he and some friends had compared "junk" during a birthday sleep-over;
he'd lost.  He gestured at his penis, which was about half erect, and said
"This has happened over the last eighteen months, I guess."

The doctor plucked a ruler from a drawer.  "I need to take some
measurements," then gently grasped the head of Peter's penis and stretched
it to its full length.  He placed the end of the ruler in the small patch
of lightly pigmented pubic hair at the base of the boy's penis and then
measured from base to tip.  He let the organ drop from his fingers, and
murmured "Ten inches" as he wrote in the chart.

"Peter?  Could you lift your penis out of the way so I can get to your
scrotum?"  Peter didn't know what a "scrotum" was, but did as he was asked.
He reached down and gripped his penis, bringing it up along his belly.  The
doctor was amazed to see it reached to his solar plexus.  "Could you lie
back on the table, Peter?

Peter was mortified.  His sisters and his uncle had each examined him this
closely, but they weren't doctors.  `Well,' he thought, `I guess Uncle Pete
is a doctor, but not this kind of doctor.'

D'Salvo pulled up his stool and positioned himself between the boy's knees.
Holding a set of beads known as an orchidometer in one hand, he stretched
out the skin of Peter's scrotum and palpated each of his testes with the
other.  His voice quiet, he said "three centimeters – about four
milliliters" as he wrote in the chart.

"Peter?  Please keep your penis where it is and lift your feet onto the
table."  He waited, and then said "Yes, like that."  He needed to examine
Peter's anus, but didn't want to ask the boy to roll over into that
particularly vulnerable position.  He saw what he needed to see, including
zero hair around the opening or on his inner thighs, and rolled his stool
back.

The doctor shifted in his seat to readjust the position of his hard-on in
his pants.  He wasn't gay, but he was very aroused.  He really wanted to
know if this massive member actually worked.  `It's so big.  He might pass
out if he gets a full erection.'

"Okay, Peter.  I need to know one more thing, and there's only one way to
find out.  This'll be between you and me."  Thinking that wasn't strictly
true, that Peter could do it himself, he picked up a tube of K-Y jelly from
the counter and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. "Just lie back
and enjoy this, Peter.  I promise I won't do anything to hurt you."  He
began stroking the boy, moving his hand slowly from the base of his shaft
all the way to the head.  `Ten inches,' he thought.  `This is amazing.'  He
used his other hand to massage the boy's tiny testicles and his still
exposed anus.

This felt somehow wrong, but Peter had been taught that the doctor was an
exception to the "good touch - bad touch" rules. He moaned softly as he
felt his arousal building. He considered warning the doctor, but then
concluded that he knew what he was doing.

This was the second hand-job of his life, and in the last four days.  `I
could get used to this,' he thought happily. `Is everybody who sees it
gonna want to jack me off?'  He thought of the pretty young nurse; then he
thought of his best friend, Jake.

The doctor stroked for a long time, marveling as the boy's penis grew
harder and thicker but didn't seem to increase in length.  `I can barely
get my hand around this thing,' he thought as he reached for more
lubricant.  Eventually, Peter's breathing started to accelerate and become
shallow.  The doctor could see sweat beading on his forehead and knew the
boy would be ready to provide a sample soon.  He picked up a specimen cup
to collect his ejaculate.

Peter could feel his orgasm coming.  He put his forearm in his mouth and
bit down, not wanting to make a noise that would draw attention.  Even if
what the doctor was doing was just part of the exam, he didn't want the
embarrassment of that pretty young nurse walking in on them.

It felt so good! Finally, his body began to buck.  His back arched and it
was as if he was trying to fuck the ceiling.  He could feel the doctor
holding on but didn't care.  He was lost in his own feelings.

The doctor was amazed by the amount of semen the boy pumped out.  He
suspected his ejaculate would be free of sperm, but planned to check.  He
watched as his patient lay back on the exam table, his thin chest
heaving. He couldn't help some jealousy, but then started to think of the
problems this king-size phallus was likely to cause him.  He took some
paper towels from the dispenser, wet them, and wiped the excess semen from
his patient's chest.  `Not his belly,' he marveled, 'but his chest.'

Clearing his throat, he said "You can get dressed now, but I need one more
thing from you." He placed another specimen cup on the counter.  "When
you're dressed, take this cup into the bathroom.  Fill it to this line with
urine and leave it on the counter.  Be sure to wash your hands before and
after.  When you're done, come to my office.  It's at the end of the hall.
I need to talk with you and your mom."

The doctor quickly went to his lab – really, just a room for blood draws
and simple tests – and pulled out a microscope.  Just as he suspected,
the semen sample was devoid of sperm cells.  `Those little balls can't make
sperm yet,' he thought as he made another notation in the boy's chart. `But
the rest of his hardware is working just fine.'  He saw his nurse as he
crossed to his office.  Though it was unnecessary, he said "Please collect
the urine specimen from the bathroom and prepare it to go to the lab,
Tabitha. Then ask Ms Clark to join me in my office."  Then he stepped into
his office and gathered the materials he would need for his meeting with
the young patient he'd just masturbated to orgasm and his mother.

The doctor sat down at his desk and organized his materials.  The mother
entered first, followed by the boy.  Clearing his throat nervously, he said
"First, let me assure you that Peter appears to be perfectly healthy,
though you are right that he is a bit behind in some areas of his physical
development."

"Your height and weight put you in the twenty-fifth percentile for boys
your age.  Have you learned about percentiles in school yet?"  When Peter
shook his head, he explained "That means three out of four boys your age
are bigger than you and one in four is smaller."

Peter sighed. This was not news to him; he lived it every
day. "Yeah... that sounds about right."  He wondered if there was anything
he could do about his small size, but said nothing more.

Holding up a laminated sheet, the doctor pointed at a line-drawing of a
boy's genitals labelled "Tanner Stage 2."  Peter blushed.  "With one very
obvious exception, Peter is at stage two of five for genital
development. That's based on testicle size, hair distribution and a few
other things.  This is typical of boys of about twelve, but..." He turned
to Peter.  "But these stages represent ranges, and this one goes from ten
to fourteen.  That means you are still in the normal range for boys your
age."

The doctor looked from Peter to his mother, waiting for questions.  Though
he was fond of telling parents that every child develops differently, he'd
never seen anything like this, so wasn't quite sure how to continue.
`How,' he wondered, `can a boy be at Stage Two for testicle and hair growth
and Stage Five for penis length and circumference?"  He made a note to
consult a Developmental Pediatrician he'd met at a medical conference.

Barbara looked at him, disappointed that he hadn't brought up the 800 pound
gorilla in the room.  "Ummm... from what I'm told, this picture doesn't
quite... capture... my son.  Apparently, his... ummm... his penis is a good
deal bigger than in the drawing."  Mother and son both blushed furiously.

The doctor cleared his throat again.  Using his driest, most clinical
voice, he said "Yes, Peter's penis is quite a bit larger than is typical of
boys his age."  He paused then added "In fact, it's quite a bit larger than
those of most adult men"

Peter smiled, wondering if it was also bigger than most adult women's
penises, but decided to keep the smart-ass remark to himself.

The doctor continued.  "It does appear to function normally, though he
doesn't yet produce sperm.  There are no signs of pathology."

Barbara nodded, relieved, and then asked "Ummm... is it likely to
get... bigger?" It didn't occur to her to wonder how the doctor had
ascertained that her thirteen-year-old was shooting blanks.

The doctor looked from mother to son, then back at Barbara.  "Is this a
family trait?  Are you aware of any relatives with unusually large
penises?"

"Yes.  My brother, Pete."  He had a similar... I mean... he was like Peter
is now; small for his age, but big... you know... down there."

Peter blurted out "But he's not as big as me.  He's only
nine-and-five-eighths.  I'm ten-and-a-quarter.  We measured each other
Saturday."

The doctor smiled at the pride he heard in his patient's voice.  Turning
back to Barbara, he asked "Any other relatives?"  When she shook her head,
he said "Not to be indelicate, but what about Peter's father?  Was he..."
The doctor faltered for a moment, then went on "Was he... unusual?"

Barbara considered spending the next hour talking about all of the ways her
hero firefighter husband had been unusual, but realized the doctor meant no
offense.  She glanced at her son apologetically and said "No, doctor.  Mark
was pretty typical in that respect; about five or six inches."  She smiled
wistfully, thinking of happier times.  "Big enough to get the job done five
times, though."

"Well, it's very hard to predict these things.  Peter is definitely big
enough to get the job done now, but he's only at Tanner Stage Two for
testicle and hair growth."  Holding up the chart, he said "You can see that
penis growth typically keeps pace with testicle and hair growth.  Peter
still has a long way to go until he reaches his full growth.  It's possible
that his penis will continue to grow, as well."

Dissatisfied with his answer, the doctor asked "I don't suppose you've had
occasion to see your brother naked.  Have you, Barbara?  I mean, recently."

The woman shook her head vehemently.  "Of course not!"

The doctor turned to Peter.  "The two of you measured one another over the
weekend."  Holding up the chart, he asked "Ignoring the penis, which of
these pictures looks most like your uncle, Peter?"

Peter took the chart and examined it briefly.  Putting it on the table, he
pointed at Tanner Stage Five, which represented mature adult
development. "He has lots of hair and big balls; way bigger'n mine."

Barbara blushed but said nothing.  `After all,' she thought, `that is what
we're here to talk about.'

D'Salvo chucked.  "That's good to know, Peter.  It means that we probably
don't have to worry about you reaching full maturity.  Your problem is
going be managing that huge trouser snake as it grows even bigger."
Looking at Barbara, he continued to talk to Peter.  "Maybe your uncle can
help you with that?"

Barbara grimaced and Peter grinned at the doctor's use of the decidedly
non-medical term. Peter thought `Trouser snake; I like that.'

Barbara nodded.  "Yes.  That's why he was here this past weekend.  He lives
on the other side of the country, but I think Peter needs to spend more
time with him now that he's... a teen."

Barbara paused.  "I hope you can help us do that, doctor.  We – Peter's
uncle and I – think the longer we can keep this under wraps, the better
off Peter will be."

The doctor nodded.  "Yes, I can see how this might make him a cause
c้l่bre in high school. What can I do to help?"

"My brother told me having to "dress down" before, and shower after, PE
classes was the hardest thing for him in high school.  A lot of his
problems started in the locker room.  Some of the boys were jealous and
others just thought he was a freak."  She stopped and looked at Peter, then
continued, realizing that he needed to understand the problem.  "They told
other people, who either wanted to see it or beat him up – or both.
Girls were fascinated but also terrified, so nobody wanted to date him.  I
think it crippled him socially; he's still single."

Peter kept his own thoughts on his uncle's single status to himself, but
agreed. "I'm really worried about having to take my clothes off in front of
other kids."

The doctor nodded.  "I could write him a medical excuse, but there's
nothing physically wrong with him and I'm not comfortable lying.  The
school won't just take my word for it; they'll want to know what medical
condition their student has."

They looked at one another, apparently at an impasse.  Finally, Barbara
spoke.  "Would you be comfortable saying that Peter is likely to experience
debilitating anxiety that could interfere with his ability to learn if
forced to change in front of other students?"

The doctor nodded.  "That is undoubtedly true." He nodded again.  "I can
definitely do that much. You can pick up the letter Friday."

"Okay, said Peter's mother.  "I can take it from there."

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