Date: Sat, 3 Dec 2022 01:05:46 -0500
From: Charlie Walker <scwalkerxxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke's Big Butt Chapter 7

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I was trying so hard to hold it in, I swear. But when Coach drove over a
bump, my hand had to shoot out and grab the door handle as I steeled myself
against the wave. It honestly felt like a wave, with the amount of juice I
squirted out onto the puppy pad Coach had put on his car seat. Smart
thinking, as expected of Coach.

I tried to bite down and stop myself from moaning as a rush of hunger took
over me. I couldn't help but grind my ass into the passenger seat, wanting
to feel something rubbing against my hole. I was at a complete loss. Ever
since that dream, the one with the creepy janitor fucking me, my body has
had a mind of its own. I'm basically leaking juice 24/7, and at random
times I'll be taken over by this hunger that makes me squirt extra hard and
crave something huge inside my hole. I almost jumped Coach in his office!

Luckily Coach was calm and understanding. I knew I could count on him. The
next day, he invited me to his office and told me that he had been up all
night trying to figure out what was wrong with me. To be honest, I never
thought to ask the internet. I figured what was going on was so weird that
I had to be the only person going through it. According to Coach, that
wasn't true at all. He found some online groups for guys who described
having similar experiences to me - and that led him to finding the only
doctor who seemed to know what he was talking about.

The doctor - Carson was his name - lived a couple of hours away from
us. Coach offered to take the day off and drive me to my appointment. He
said this was a last-minute appointment that the doctor could squeeze me in
for, since he set aside some time each day for emergencies.

So now here I was, riding along in Coach's car and trying not to turn the
entire front seat into a major splash zone. I wanted to cry, it was
torture. This deep empty feeling inside me that just made me feel like I
needed to get FILLED. It was like my body was incomplete without something
inside me. My hole was twitching, and worse than that, there was a
throbbing, hungry, almost itchy sensation deep inside my ass.

Coach kept glancing over at me and putting his hand on my shoulder, giving
me a little squeeze of encouragement. I felt calmer having Coach there,
like he was going to help me out. I trusted him. Which just made me guilty,
because every time I looked at him, my eyes immediately went to his crotch,
and then that hungry feeling inside me got so strong I had to clench down
on my hole as much as possible to stop the burst of juice that threatened
to leak out.

God-fucking-damn, why the fuck was Coach packing? I always knew he had a
big bulge - some of the guys on the team had jokingly called him "Coach
Cuntwrecker" before. He was always wearing those tight little blue shorts,
which left nothing to the imagination. Or the time I heard (and saw) it
slapping against his thigh as he jogged by. But now, being so close to it,
a million thoughts buzzed around my head.

I wanted to lean down and put my mouth on it. I wanted to stuff my face
with it and taste his pre-cum. I wanted to climb over onto his lap and aim
his rigid cock right at my hole so I could sink down on it. I wanted him to
stop the car and pull me onto the hood and fuck me like an animal. I wanted
him to mount me and fuck me, making my cheeks clap as he buried his cock
inside me to the hilt.

Which is a fucking messed up thing to think about your Coach, who is also
kinda like your dad. Not to mention I shouldn't want to do any of those
things. After all, I'm not gay, despite whatever Sammy thinks.

Sammy.

Every time I thought about him, the emptiness inside me grew. And it wasn't
just with a need to get stuffed and filled, even though I missed the way
his cock seemed to slide right into my hole like a key to a lock. The
emptiness I felt wasn't just physical but... emotional. I missed him. He is
my best friend, or maybe he was my best friend, and this is the longest
we've gone without talking to each other. Even when he spent that summer in
Pakistan visiting his relatives, he still video called with me a couple of
times.

Sammy was the voice of reason, but he was also always doing the wildest
shit, just daring to get in trouble. No matter what, I knew joining in on
his schemes would be lit. I remembered that time we snuck into some old
guy's farm to see if you could actually tip a cow, Sammy's idea
obviously. We didn't do it, but only because we heard the old guy yelling
that he was going to shoot whoever was out there. We hightailed it back to
Sammy's car, and as we jumped inside we both burst out laughing.

This time, I had to clench down and shut my eyes to stop the tears from
forming in the corners. Coach already had a front row seat to me squirting
an insane amount of juice out of my hole, he didn't need to see me crying
too. Fuck, I need to stop being such a pussy.

"You alright there, Luke?" Coach asked, putting his hand on my shoulder and
giving it a comforting squeeze. I shuddered and my eyes drifted back to his
crotch. Coach's bulge was getting bigger, twitching, I could see it clearly
outlined in those thin shorts. Coach's dick was snaking down his leg -
almost poking out of the opening in his shorts. I had to grab the car door
again and bear down.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuuuck!!!" I moaned as I felt a glob of juice squirt out of my
hole and all over the carseat.

"God, I'm so sorry Coach! I know you just got this truck," I apologized,
feeling like such a bitch. Coach didn't seem to mind though, he just gave
my shoulder another squeeze.

"It's alright, Luke, that's why we put the puppy pads down. Hopefully they
can handle your... situation. Just hang in there, we're almost there."

After what felt like several excruciating hours of me trying not to jump
Coach and stop the unending stream of juice coming out of me, Coach finally
pulled into the parking lot of some office building. From the looks of it,
it seemed completely normal. I almost expected this "clinic" to be more
like a hospital, but the only sign that it was a medical place was a sign
that said Carson Clinic for Men.

Coach helped me out, and I felt like such a fucking baby to have to lean on
him while he steadied me. I just told myself it was like that time I really
cut my knee up when I slid to home plate. I was limping a bit and Coach
helped me up just like this.

The whole place was kinda sus, to be honest. Like the kind of place you'd
wake up in a bathtub with a missing kidney. I almost wanted to turn around,
but I felt another wave of that hungry, neediness inside me and I almost
dropped to my knees. And I couldn't help but notice that while Coach held
me up, his bulge was pressed up against my thigh.

There was a dull buzz inside my head. Like chanting. Fuck me fuck me fuck
me fuck me... I couldn't get it to stop.

Coach opened the door and we entered the office. It was a small waiting
room, with just a couple of chairs and one of those windows. Sitting on the
other side was this black guy with short hair wearing those nurse scrubs. I
could tell even in those baggy clothing that the guy was jacked. And I was
shocked when the guy stood up - I had no idea he was even sitting - and
realized he must have been at least six and a half feet tall. My eyes
instantly traveled down to his loose scrub pants and I literally dropped to
my knees when I saw the long, huge, thick snake bulging out of them. Coach
had to help me up, and the nurse just gave me a smile.

After leading me to the exam room, the nurse did the typical nurse stuff of
taking my heart rate and weight and all that. I definitely caught him
checking my ass out, but he kept a respectful distance. A twisted, fucked
up part of me really wanted him to accidentally brush his bulge up against
me so I could find out how big it really was. Instead, he just told me to
take a seat and wait for the doctor.

So here I was sitting on the exam table. I noticed something kind of weird
about them. It had a slight recline, it was pretty comfy, actually, but it
had these weird metal claw-like things at the bottom of it. They kinda
freaked me out, and I was having second thoughts about sticking
around. Coach must have noticed that I was nervous, because he got up and
put his hand on my shoulder again.

"You can do it, Luke. I'm here to support you." I just tried my best to
smile at him, but I couldn't. I took a huge gulp when I heard footsteps
outside the door.

A tall, slim man with white hair and a short white beard walked in. He
seemed like he took care of himself, which is probably why he didn't
actually look that old - if I had to guess he was in his 50's maybe? He
seemed like he wasn't that frail, but I couldn't see much with that long
white lab coat. Huh, so doctors actually wear that shit?

"Welcome, you must be Thomas." He nodded at Coach, then turned to me. "And
you must be Luke. I am Doctor Johan Carson." I expected him to smile or
something like that, but his face was permanently frozen. He didn't have a
resting bitch face or anything, but he just had this totally neutral
expression. His cool, blue eyes were completely unmoving. He was calm but
also kind of creepy. I also noticed that he had a slight accent - something
European?

"Based on what you told me, Thomas, we should begin the examination right
away. Not much reason to exchange pleasantries and waste time." The fact
that he was so professional was kind of a relief. Like this wasn't some
shady scam of a creepy doc using an excuse to molest hot young athletes. I
heard about that shit, I think there's even a Netflix documentary about
it...

"Before we get started, I hope to discuss what we have planned today. As
Thomas may have told you, I am a sports physician. I have become interested
in a pattern I am seeing in some elite athletes. However, because of the
embarrassing symptoms, I have had much difficulty in finding patients for
whom I can learn more about this malady. I hope that today I can begin to
help you."

I relaxed a little. I know I just met him, but I was starting to trust this
guy. "Thanks, Doc. I gotta tell you, it's been hell for me. I thought I
found something that helped, but it just got worse and worse. Now it's
happening all day, every day. I can't sleep, I can't study, I can't even
train."

Doc pulled a clipboard out and started taking notes. "Please describe your
symptoms in detail."

"Uh..." Shit I was kinda embarrassed.

"Tell him, Luke. It's what we're here for. Nobody is gonna make you feel
bad." Coach gave me an encouraging look, but Doc Carson was still stone
faced. Huh, kinda weird.

"Alright so... well at first, my butt got bigger. I've always had a big ol'
booty, right? But then literally overnight I went up a size. And it just
kept getting bigger. Honestly, I was measuring it for a while, but I think
it's stopped, which is good, right?"

Doc just kept writing on his clipboard, and I waited for him to say
something, like that my ass growth stopping was a good sign. "Yes, the
disease I have discovered, what I call Carson's Syndrome, affects athletic
men of all ages, though most patients first exhibit symptoms between the
age of 18 to 25. It is genetic in origin. Rapid gluteal development is the
first sign, sometimes as fast as overnight. Patients' thighs and glutes
gain muscle mass rapidly, and body fat is redistributed so that a greater
proportion is stored in the thigh area. Proper treatment will cause the
growth to slow down or stop altogether. Please continue."

Wait, so my huge bubble ass that came outta nowhere is actually a thing?
Like there other guys like me who have experienced serious booty gains,
overnight as doc said. But it was good to hear that with treatment the
growth can stop. I just want to be able to wear pants again, honestly. I'll
do whatever Doc says if it will make my ass stop growing.

"And then... uh. I got this like, itch? Inside my ass? Except it wasn't an
itch it was like... a hunger. I felt so empty. It drove me crazy, it was
like twitching." I took a deep breath. I was gonna say something even Coach
didn't know. I dropped my voice low. "I, uh, well I tried putting my
fingers in it, and that helped for a while."

Carson didn't react much. While he wrote down on his clipboard, he said in
the same monotone voice, "That sensation that you are describing is the
next symptom to emerge. My patients have described it as an uncomfortable
twitch, a painful pulsation, or an intense feeling similar to hunger
pangs. Do not be alarmed, it is essentially your body notifying you that
you need treatment. It can interfere with your day to day life, but my
treatment plan reduces these attacks greatly. Please continue."

"And then, uh... Coach, can you please not tell anyone this next part?"

"Of course, Luke. I would never."

"Okay, so. Then I started to... get wet. Like, leaking out of my hole. But
it wasn't shit! It was like, clear, and slippery, and kinda felt good? It
got everywhere, like seriously all of my pants and underwear are ruined
because I'm pretty much constantly leaking."

"That is also a typical symptom. The liquid discharge is your body's
natural lubricant, but delivered in much higher quantities than normal. It
has some atypical properties, such as being antiseptic and safe to
consume. Essentially your body is preparing your anal tract for treatment
by producing this natural lubricant."

So that weird goo coming out of my ass was just... lube? That made so much
sense now. I mean, doc was right, it was definitely slippery and made it
easier to, y'know... put things inside me.

"It wasn't that bad at first. But then it kept getting worse. I had a
friend, a real bro you know? And he was helping me out. So that was good,
cuz it was really working."

"And how was he helping you, Luke?"

Shit. I really didn't want to explain more. But I knew I had to, if we were
going to get to the bottom of this.

"My friend, he... put his dick inside my ass. And he... well he fucked me,
Doc. But it wasn't gay! Just a bro helping me out. He, uh, he came inside
me, and when he did it felt really good, and the itching, hungry, throbbing
feeling went away for a while. And I would stop leaking that weird goo from
my ass too."


Doc continued writing, making some soft humming sounds as he jotted down
notes. My ass still spasmed, deep this time as I told him all that had been
happening these past couple weeks. I could see Coach look away from me, his
face a red tinge. And I didn't need a mirror to know I must have been
cherry red in the face too. This was so fuckin' embarrassing. Coach was
like a dad to me and now he was hearing all this. I was kinda losing focus
on the doctor as I started to think about how intense this all was.

"Mr. Micucci...Luke." Doctor Carson said rather flatly to me, startling me
a bit.

"Oh um, sorry. But that was it. I um, tried to handle this on my own
without my friend. I had um...yeah some help from another friend, but...it
still wasn't enough really."

Coach looked at me, his face the same neutral expression. I knew he'd want
to know who else was helping me, but we could deal with that later. I
winced as I felt another twitch deep inside me and then shrugged, feeling a
little helpless sitting there on the exam table.

"So, Doc...what's going on? What's happening to me?" My voice cracked a
bit. That was new for sure. I don't think my voice did that since I was
first hitting puberty. If I wasn't dripping from my ass so much, my body
would have more energy to be sweating bullets with how nerve wracking this
whole thing was.

Doc Carson set aside his clipboard and grabbed a pair of gloves out of a
drawer. "Your symptoms match the guidelines that I am developing. I have
found numerous other patients who describe similar experiences. I am
developing a standard procedure to diagnose, but in the meantime I will
require further testing to determine the best treatment options for you,"
He added as he grabbed what looked to be a clear bucket with measurements
on the side of it from the cabinet under the sink.

I could hear Coach breathe a sigh of relief when Doc said that there was
something that could help. I did too, knowing that this wouldn't be an
issue that threw my life out of whack. Although it was super weird for Doc
to be so chill about it, putting on thick rubber gloves and sliding a
bucket slightly off the edge of the table.

The door opened, and that huge black nurse came in holding a tiny piece of
fabric, the color of those medical gowns you wear at hospitals. I couldn't
really tell what it was.

"Luke, please remove all clothing and dress in this medical gown so that I
can examine you more easily." He said as he pulled those weird metal claws
out from under the exam table, then wheeled a chair over and and sat
himself down at the bottom edge. I followed his directions. At that point I
was throbbing and dripping so much, there wasn't much left to the
imagination with my pants being so drenched. I saw Coach look away when I
took my clothes off - but I couldn't help but notice that his dick twitched
a little bit.

I shucked my sopping wet shorts and boxers, which landed on the tile floor
with a wet SPLAT. Damn, looking down at them now, I had no idea just how
wet I was. My shorts were totally soaked - like right out of the wash
soaked. I heard Coach mumble something like "Jesus..." but I was losing my
focus again as I felt a glob drip down my leg now that my shorts weren't
there to absorb it.

When I grabbed the tiny fabric, I unfolded it to realize it was... it was
like a thong mixed with a jockstrap. Not like the kind I wore for baseball,
it was tiny and mesh. It looked like something you'd see a gay guy wear,
uh, not that I would know anything like that. I looked up at Dr. Carson and
he simply sat there stone faced.

"Doc, you sure this isn't uh... it's not like the medical gowns I've seen
before."

"Yes, Luke. I have developed this garment specifically to meet the needs of
my patients. It is based on an athletic supporter, with some
modifications. The absorbent mesh material is to prevent it being ruined by
your expulsions. The front pouch contains your genitals to ensure that they
do not obstruct my examinations, and the open back and straps are
positioned so that I may easily examine your anus."

Honestly, this whole thing was fuckin' weird... but all that medical
mumbo-jumbo meant Doc must know what he's talking about. I'd worn jocks
already, and I guess it wasn't too different from one of those backless
medical gowns. I shrugged and stepped into the "medical gown", bending over
with my back facing Dr. C and Coach to pull it up. As I did I heard Coach
gasp out a "FUCK!".

"Uh, everything OK Coach?" We made eye contact, and there was something in
his eyes... a hunger. It both freaked me out and made my hole twitch. He
quickly broke eye contact and turned away. He was totally red in the face,
and he was covering his crotch with his hands. Just the sight of that
growing mound, barely hidden, almost made me gush again.

The jock was surprisingly comfortable. The mesh was soft and it clung to my
ass like a second skin. The pouch fit my dick and balls perfectly - and Doc
was right, they did lift my junk out of the way. The only exception was the
straps - they were a little too tight, and they dug into my mega-donk,
which lifted my cheeks and made them separate slightly so that I could feel
the cold air hit my needy puck. I bit down on my lip and tried to suppress
a shudder, feeling another drop of juice drip down again.

"Luke, please lie on the exam table and put your legs in these stirrups,"
Doc told me as he pointed to those metal claw-like things coming from the
bottom of the exam table. I was still a little freaked out - but for some
reason I felt like Doc wasn't secretly some perv. It was probably because
he was so calm and detached, it was like he clearly didn't get pleasure
from this, and him being chill helped me feel like I didn't have to freak
out. Even though I didn't want to show my leaky, needy asshole to a
complete stranger, something about showing Carson felt natural and right.

I did what Doc told me to do, putting my legs into those weird stirrups,
which he then positioned to lift my legs up and push my ass so it was just
hanging off the edge of the exam table. I felt awkward and exposed in this
position - the stirrups locked and wouldn't budge an inch, which made my
cheeks spread and exposed my winking hole to both Coach and Dr. C.

Dr. Carson gestured towards the square container with measurements on the
side which he positioned right under my ass. "This is to measure Luke's
expulsions. I need to determine the severity and collect samples. What you
are experiencing is the natural lubrication that the anal tract
produces. In your case, as is the case in my other patients, your bodies
natural production is greatly increased, and that becomes even more
pronounced when experiencing sexual arousal.

I felt Carson's hands on my globes, pulling my ass so it was positioned
where he wanted it. I had to admit, feeling those gloved hands on my ass
cheeks just did something for me. I didn't realize how badly I wanted
somebody to just grab it until now, that was how desperate I was. I was so
embarrassed when I let out a shuddering moan as Carson's fingers sunk into
my flesh.

"Mmmm fuuuuckk..." I moaned, as I looked towards Coach. His bulge was crazy
thick, jutting out of his shorts, and the sight of it made me arch my back
as a big glob of juice dribbled out of my hole and splattered into the
container.

"Please lie back, Luke. I'm going to start stimulating your anus to test
your reaction. Many of my patients find that digital stimulation of the
prostate can provide some relief." I bit my lip and grabbed onto the sides
of the table as Carson started poking at my hole. Considering how lubed up
I already was, I wasn't surprised when after poking and prodding my pink
ring, he slid his finger inside effortlessly. Shivers ran up and down my
spine, my eyes fluttering, as Carson sank his finger into my pussy.

"Mmm yes, Doc, just like that..." I moaned once Doc buried his entire
finger into my hole, right to the knuckle. It didn't hurt at all, just the
opposite. I was already seeing stars after having just one finger inside
me!

"I see your anus is experienced in taking insertions," Dr. C said with no
emotion. He pulled his finger out, leaving just the tip inside. That
feeling of emptiness after finally, FINALLY, having something inside my ass
was more intense than ever. I NEEDED to get filled, no - stuffed. I was
whimpering like a hungry puppy, shifting my hips a little to let Doc know I
needed more fingers. Luckily, he understood exactly what I wanted, pressing
two fingers to my hole, my pink ring easily spreading to fit the increase
in thickness. After bottoming out two fingers deep, Carson started to pump
his fingers in and out, in and out of my hole. With every pump, more of
that weird, wet lube slipped out of my hole and dripped into the bucket.

Suddenly, Doc Carson completely pulled out his fingers. I started
whimpering again, my chest rising and falling in panic. I didn't want him
to stop. "Doc, please, wait, put them back in, that was working, I swear!"

"Hm....slight elongation of the anus. It seems the disease has progressed
to a point where digital stimulation alone would be insufficient," he
tapped my hole and looked over at Coach. The slightest touch made me shake
and shiver, sending out a gush of goo from my hole directly in the
bucket. I wish I could make Coach look away....I didn't want him to see his
star player looking like this. Coach was speechless and it was hard to read
him, but he watched, wide-eyed, as Doc Carson moved his chair over to grab
something from a nearby drawer.

"Based on what you have told me, you are used to something quite larger
than a few fingers, correct?" The only thing I could do was nod
frantically. "In that case, I believe the area where you require
stimulation, what I call the Carson spot, is far deeper. Prostate
stimulation alone is not having the reaction that I had hoped. The body can
build up a tolerance to it. I have some medical instruments I'd like to
try. May I proceed?"

"God, yes! Anything!!" I moaned. When did I start acting like a cheap slut
in a bad porno?

I looked over at Doc Carson, who had pulled out a drawer where several
objects were arranged next to each other. Those were the strangest `medical
instruments' I've ever seen. There were six of them, all smooth black
cylinders, and incredibly thick, thicker than my wrist. Each of them had a
tapered head that bulged out a bit. They had different lengths, and were
arranged shortest to longest. I gulped. Were those...? No way, they
couldn't be.

"Holy fuck!" I heard Coach swear, which was pretty rare. He was usually so
clean cut! Suddenly Coach got defensive, his jaw clenched. "Carson, what
the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Carson didn't even flinch as he pulled out one of those objects, the one in
the middle, then turned towards Coach. "Thomas, I understand these may have
some superficial similarities with objects intended for sexual recreational
use, but I assure you these are instruments for treatment made with the
highest grade of medical silicone."

Coach was still on edge, but he couldn't take his eyes off the object in
Carson's hand. I couldn't either. Just the sight of it... fuck, it made my
hole clench and my asshole flutter. I couldn't help but think it reminded
me of Sammy's cock - not too long, but crazy thick. Or even Coach's cock,
which was now full-on tenting in his shorts. Coach's eyes were full of
protective panic - his fists balled up, like he was ready to fight Dr. C.

"Coach...fuck please, Coach. Just let him do it, I need this to stop!" I
felt like a little kid begging Coach like this, but it was the truth. I
needed this, more than anything else in my life. Not just needing all this
crazy ass stuff to stop, but needing to have answers. Luckily, Coach seemed
to realize what I was saying, and he took a few steps back until he was
leaning against the wall, giving Carson a small nod to go ahead.

Carson brought up that black cylinder up against my hole. I didn't even
feel him push; it was like my hole was so fucking hungry that it just
sucked it right in. My ass muscles worked to pull it inside of me, like it
just needed to get stretched and stuffed. I was amazed at how easily I was
taking it. Carson barely tapped on it a few times, and then it seemed to
hit a snag. It was pressing up against a spot inside me that kept making me
see stars. I wanted it to go deeper, but I just couldn't get it to budge.

"And how do you feel now, Luke?"

"Oh god, almost!! Fuck it's almost there, it's like... FUCK, I can feel it
brushing against it but it's just not HITTING it!!"

I heard Doc make a small "hmm" and write something on his pad before
grabbing the bottom of the cylinder and wordlessly driving it in the
remaining inches inside me. The bulging head of that black object pushed
past that spot inside me, and then it hit something else. A wall. I arched
my back instinctively and threw my head back.

"FUUUUCK!! DOC, THERE!" I screamed, remembering the last time I had
something so big inside me, where nerdy Mark helpfully explained that I had
a cervix.

Suddenly, Carson pulled that dildo- I mean, medical instrument, from my
hole. And that feeling of hunger and complete emptiness just made me rabid,
like a switch flipped. My body was thrashing, I wasn't in control, I was
begging for more. "GOD! NO!!! PUT IT BACK, please, GOD, Doc, please put it
fucking back, please please please!"

"Please be patient, Luke." Carson went back to his cabinet and pulled out
the largest medical instrument he had. It was MASSIVE. Almost as big as
Mark, actually. In fact, I think it was almost the exact same size as
Coach. Bigger than a ruler and thicker than my wrist. One part of me was
horrified that Doc was gonna put that monster inside me, but another voice
was chanting in my ear for him to do it.

Doc grunted as he lined it up with my hole, and then with one rough push,
the entire length of it was swallowed by my hole. "FFFFUUUUUCCKKK!!!" I
exploded with ecstasy as that itchy spot, that hungry button deep in my
cunt was FINALLY prodded and poked. Just like when I took all of Mark's
cock, my eyes rolled back and I saw white spots in the ceiling. My body
arched and I instinctively pumped my hips back, trying to match Doc's
strokes as he pushed and pulled the not-dildo inside me.

"FFffffuccccck!! Doc, so deep!!"

"Please steel yourself, Luke. Just a bit more." Doc continued to grunt and
he sounded out of breath. Using that massive, heavy thing must be quite a
workout. I could tell he was getting tired - did this mean he was going to
stop?

He pushed with all his might, his arm buckling for a moment as he hit some
resistance inside me. "Are you all right, Luke?" the doctor asked.

"Oh... GOD!!! Doc, right there!! Almost there!" I moaned, and arched my
back and bucked my hips to push the dildo in deeper. I gripped the sides of
the examination table, white knuckling it as I got closer and closer...

"Fuck, Doc, am I gonna have to hold him down? He looks like he's
possessed!" Coach's voice came out of nowhere, full of concern. I had kind
of forgotten that the whole time he was watching silently. Fuck, I'm so
embarassed. What must he think about his star player having this weird
disease and needing an old guy to shove a not-dildo inside him. I glanced
over to where Coach stood, and my jaw dropped in shock. Coach's bulge
wasn't a sausage barely contained in his shorts. It was a full on-tent, a
rock-hard rod sticking straight out, pushing his shorts the limit. In fact,
I spotted a hole at the tip of the tent - and the tent made his waistband
pull down, so I could see his sexy dark blond pubes. At the very tip of his
tent was a large, growing wet spot. Damn, Coach precums a LOT.

Something about seeing Coach's cock changed me. I closed my eyes and while
Carson kept pumping inside me, I imagined it was Coach's cock instead. Him
holding me down with his strong arms - as his fat, thick cock stretched to
my limits. His gruff, deep voice telling me I'm doing a good job, that I'm
his star... FUCK!

"Doc, please... you're so close!" I didn't even recognize the voice that
came out of my mouth. It was strained into a high-pitched whine. I didn't
feel like an alpha jock stud, I felt like a hungry, no, starving needy
little bitch.

"Luke, please describe how you feel. It is essential to my understanding so
that I can treat you."

I moaned again, unable to think clearly. Did Doc really expect me to be
able to form words while he pounded my hole into oblivion? It didn't help
that every time I felt like I could speak, Carson would withdraw the black
rod out of me and then SLAM it back in. I felt my poor, formerly tight pink
ring expand like an elastic, the force of Carson's blows knocking the wind
out of me and forcing my head back. Every time Doc withdrew the dildo, the
"head" of that not-dildo was left inside my hole hole, and then immediately
forced back in. With each pump, more and more of that lube would churn out
of my hole. I glanced over at Doc and felt so bad that his crisp white lab
coat was getting ruined by my ass lube.

"Thomas, if you don't mind, please restrain Luke. I am unable to continue
treatment if he continues to flail like this." Coach just stood there,
unable to take his eyes away from my hole. I could tell he was worried
about me, but also clearly freaked out about the whole thing. But fuck, I
just wanted Coach to help.

"Coach... please... I need..." I didn't know how to say what I really
needed. Because `your dick' would be a fucked up thing to say, even though
I knew, deep down, that was what I really wanted.

Coach came back to reality and walked slowly around the table so that he
was behind, like when he spots for bench press. He hesitated as he got
closer, then put his powerful hands on my shoulders to hold me down and
stop me from thrashing about like an animal. Even as strong as he was, he
grunted and struggled to hold me down. But, that put him in the unfortunate
position of his huge tent jutting out right over my face, like a tower
casting a shadow. Looking up at it, I became laser focused on Coach's
pumped up dong. The way the shorts were now riddled with holes, letting me
know that Coach was going commando underneath them and I could see flashes
of bulging veins on his shaft. The way his bulbous cockhead was soaking the
material with precum, oversaturated to the point where a single droplet
leaked through the thin material and dropped, so perfectly, on my upper
lip. I instinctively swiped my upper lip with my tongue, the taste of
Coach's precum hitting me like a blast of cold water. Every time I would
thrash, I'd throw my head back and make contact with Coach's rock hard rod,
driving me even more wild.

"FUCK! COACH! DOC!! There's a fucking... there's fucking SPOT deep in
there. You're so close, GOD, Doc please hit it!! Pound it!!! It needs to be
hit, it needs to be SMASHED!!"

Doc Carson SLAMMED that dildo in one last time, pressing as hard as he
could, the pressure inside me building, building, until I felt like I was
about to burst. My body shuddered as I felt a small squirt of juice gush
out of me and into the bucket below. It was like how I felt when Sammy or
Mark had dumped their loads inside me but... a lot more muted. Not enough.

I tried to catch my breath, coming down from such an... orgasm? But I
definitely didn't cum from my dick. What did that say about me? Another
voice in my head spoke up, saying that I have a pussy.

"That is not an uncommon reaction, Luke. It is similar to a prostate
orgasm, when the tension is released from the area of your rectum that is
affected by the disease. My patients describe it as a pleasurable
sensation."

"Well, thanks Doc. I think that really did the trick. I guess-" I couldn't
even finish my sentence, because my body had an intense shudder and then a
big glob of juice dripped out of my hole. Within a few seconds, the
familiar drip drip of my juice filling up the bucket had returned. What the
fuck?

"Doc, what the hell! You said that was supposed to work."

"Interesting... you may have a more severe case than I originally
surmised." The not-dildo was all the way inside me, Doc took his hands off
it, but my hole stayed clenched around it, squeezing, like I was nursing on
it. "This is what I was afraid of. It seems you've progressed to a point
where this instrument is insufficient in treating your symptoms."

I let out another one of those high-pitched whines. I was going fucking
crazy, I just wanted to get that relief, that feeling when Sammy or Mark
came inside me, FUCK! Hearing Doc say that his medical instrument thing
wasn't going to cut it almost made me cry.

"Not to worry, Luke. Thomas, would you mind assisting me with Luke's
treatment? When the body has developed a tolerance to prostate stimulation,
there is one more method to try. This is guaranteed to provide
long-lasting, albeit temporary relief. I have had a 100% success rate. The
method is to inject fresh sperm directly into the deep recesses of Luke's
anal canal - where it can act like a salve on soothing the sensation inside
of him."

Coach took several steps back and I heard him back into the
wall. "What... what the fuck?? Do you mean...?"

"Yes, that is correct. Insert your penis inside Luke's anal in its
entirety, then ejaculate inside. I can see that you remarkably large
genitalia, and should have no trouble reaching the deepest recesses of
Luke's anal tract."

"Please, Coach... please... anything... I need some relief, I'm fucking
DYING here!"

Coach was silent for several minutes. I craned my head back to take a look
at him. His face looked pained, probably because of how hard his dick
was. It somehow had still not gone down, despite all this weird stuff. Or
wait... could it be that Coach was this hard because of... me?

"Ohhhh gooodddddd Coach pleaasseeee, PUT IT RIGHT. FUCKING. THERE!!"

"I-I can't. Luke is... I can't cross that line. No, no. I won't do it, I
can't be here for this."

Coach scrambled away from me, avoiding me like I had the plague (didn't Doc
say that it wasn't contagious), tripping into the door and fumbling for the
handle. As soon as he swung it open, he came face to face with that huge
black nurse from earlier.

"Ah, excellent, Eric, please assist me in treating Luke."

Eric walked, nudging past Coach, who just stood there flabbergasted. Eric
was always smiles as he spoke to Carson. "Oh yeah? Does he need an
injection?"

Carson's face didn't even budge, but he did give a nod. "That is
correct. You are quite experienced in administering treatment, so I will
leave the rest to you while I take observatory notes."

Doc Carson turned to me. "Eric is very well-trained in treating patients of
your nature, Luke. Although his methods may seem unorthodox at first, I can
say with confidence that they should relieve your symptoms for quite some
time."

Carson turned to Coach. "Thomas, I imagine you may wish to not witness the
treatment. You may leave if you so choose."

Coach just stayed there, shell shocked, staring at my hole, then flicking
his eyes over to that Eric guy... and I could see his eye drop to the guy's
crotch. He just shook his head in disbelief. "I should probably stick
around... I should know what kind of treatment Luke needs."

Eric spoke up. "You got it, Dr. Carson. Luke, you ready to be treated?" he
said, as he winked at me and reached into the waistband of his
scrubs... hauling out an enormous black cock that made my eyes bug out. It
was... somehow even bigger than one of Doc's medical instruments. In fact,
I'd say it was nearly as big as Mark. Yet, it somehow seemed so
intimidating. Eric was friendly and easygoing, so it made me a little
relaxed, but I couldn't help but feel like a cock like that was a dangerous
weapon in the wrong hands. And I just hoped Eric had the right ones.

Eric grabbed the base of the medical instrument-dildo-thing and pulled it
out of me like a magician pulling out a tablecloth. The heavy wet
instrument fell onto the floor with a heavy, wet SPLAT. I arched my back,
overtaken with the emptiest feeling I've ever had. Like there was a cavity
inside me, that I was incomplete without having it filled. I needed it. I
needed Eric's cock inside. I needed cock, period. And cum, fuck, I needed
cum. Every time Sammy or Mark dumped a load inside me, it was like
heaven. My hole was still quivering and open, unable to close, as I felt
another glob of lube drip out of it, down my taint, and into the bucket.

Eric grabbed his cock and gave it a few slaps against my ass to get it
hard. Then, he lined up his cockhead, the size of a small apple, right
against my hole. Feeling the soft, spongey cockhead against my ass ring
gave me a pleasurable teasing sensation. "Alright, I'm gonna begin
inserting, Luke." I nodded, trying to bite my lip to hold back my
moans. Inch by glorious inch he began to sink that mammoth cock inside me,
stretching me out again. It was thicker than Doc's not-dildo, and longer
too, and as he pushed it inside me, I could feel my ass clamping down on
his dick. It was like I was hyper-sensitive, to the point where I could
feel the veins on his dick pressing against my ass walls.

"FUCK, PLEASE!!" I was unable to hold back anymore, and a slutty moan
escaped my lips. "FUUUUCK!!"

Suddenly, Eric stopped. "Dr. Carson, patient is exhibiting severe
tightness. I'm going to have to use force to complete the insertion."
Wha...? What does that mean?

"You may proceed, Eric."

Eric lowered his body so that his chest was pressed up against my chest,
his massive biceps going around shoulders and holding my head down, his
mouth right next to my ear. He started to whisper, just loud enough so that
only I could hear.

"Yeah, you ready for this, jock boy? Here comes the battering ram."

Before I could even figure out what Eric was talking about, he pulled his
hips back... then SLAMMED his cock all the way inside me. I saw stars, I
might have even blacked out for a second. I had a huge, powerful black cock
inside me, my very first one.

"I love fucking white boys like you. Such a fucking slut. Does my cock feel
good in your pussy, baby?"

"FUCK YES!! FUCK MY PUSSY!!" I moaned, and only after I said it did I
realize what I had said.

And then it was like a light bulb went off in my head. Doc said that my
hole got wet, got hungry, and the only thing that could satisfy it was a
big cock and lots of cum. It was like I had some kind of pussy. And even
though I didn't like it when Sammy had called my hole that, I knew then
that Sammy had been right all along.

I have a pussy.

Why was I fighting it for so long, when it just makes so much sense? I have
a fucking pussy. A jock pussy. This syndrome, this disease, may have given
me one, but it was there. It was a part of me. All the times I complained
about it, and don't get me wrong, it was inconvenient as fuck, I was just
fighting against the truth. I fucking LOVE having my pussy fucked and bred
by a nice, big dick.

I must have said what Eric wanted to hear, because he was thrusting into me
like a wild animal, like we were full on mating. Our grunts and moans mixed
together as I let my hands explore his muscular body, feeling the size of
his pecs and the ridges of his abs. All that powerful muscle, focused on
one thing only: fucking my pussy.

"You like that big brotha cock in your pussy? It's ok, you can say it."
Eric's soothing but commanding voice continued whispering in my ear.

"FUCK! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!"

Eric chucked. "That's right. Knew you were gonna be a slutty jock pussy as
soon as I saw you walk in. Couldn't keep your eyes off my monster cock,
huh?"

Oh fuck. All this dirty talk, Eric calling my hole a pussy, was REALLY
getting to me.

"I think it's about time we give this pussy what it wants. You know what
that is?"

Yes, yes I finally did know. What my pussy NEEDS. "FUCK! ERIC! BREED MY
FUCKING PUSSY! DUMP THAT HUGE LOAD INSIDE MY PUSSY!"

"Fuck." Eric grunted, and slammed his hips into me one last time, his
cockhead pressed right against that sigmoid colon thing Mark had
mentioned. "FUCKING TAKE MY BABIES, JOCK PUSSY!"

I felt a jet of boiling hot cum spray against my walls with such force it
was like they were getting pushed out by the pressure. Eric just kept
cumming, and cumming, not stopping as he filled every last spot of me with
his cum. I had never felt this full before in my life - Eric not only had a
big dick, his loads were felt like gallons, even more than Mark's.

Each jet of fresh cum against my walls sent shockwaves inside me. Eric
whispered one last time in my ear, "That's right, jock boy, squirt that
pussy juice for me." As soon as I heard those words, my eyes rolled back in
my head and my mind went blank.

"FUCK! I'M SQUIRTING!" I screamed as a geyser of ass lube sprayed out of my
hole, going far past the bucket beneath me. I could tell that Eric's lap
was probably soaked, and I heard the loud splat of all my pussy juice
painting the floor. Instinctively, I hooked my legs around Eric's waist and
arched my back as my pussy squirt just kept going.

After it finally died down, Eric got up, out of breath, and slowly pulled
his softening cock out of my hole with a wet PLOP. Even though my pussy was
doing a good job of keeping his cum inside me, he had shot so much that a
few globes of it leaked out of my hole, mixing with my pussy juice in the
bucket.

"Very good, Eric. This treatment appears effective. How do you feel Luke?"

"I feel... I feel... like I have a pussy." I said, honestly.

For the very first time, I saw Dr. Carsons's face move. Unfortunately, it
was a frown that looked out of place on his otherwise stoney face. "While I
would not use such a crass term, I find that many of my patients prefer
it. Nonetheless, medically speaking, you do not have female genitalia,
despite some superficial similarities."

Screw Doc Carson. He just didn't get it. I knew I didn't really have a
pussy, but something about it just felt so... right. Like that's what my
asshole really is. A pussy that gets wet and can only be satisfied for
cum. It was like one of those epiphany things I've heard about.

"Well, Doc. I think that did the trick. That itchy hunger thing is gone,
and it looks like I've stopped leaking, right?"

Right as those words left my mouth, my body shuddered again and I felt
another throb deep in my ass. HOW!? Eric just gave me a big injection of
cum! I should be fine now? How could I have spoken too soon??

"DOC, FUCK, It's happening again!!"

"Hm, very interesting. However, not completely unexpected. Patients with
more severe symptoms require larger and more frequent doses. Eric?"

Eric was still out of my breath, his sculpted torso slick with
sweat. "Dr. Carson, I'm spent. I don't think I have another treatment in
me."

Dr. Carson turned to look at Coach, who I had totally forgotten was in the
room the whole time. Not only did he watch me get filled with cock and cum,
he also must have heard me call my ass a pussy. Oh fuck, I felt like I
could crawl into a hole and die. What must Coach think of me? How can he
still consider me his star player if I have a pussy?

"Thomas, would you like to provide Luke with another round of
treatment?"Coach turned to look at Carson as if he had just told Coach to
kick a puppy. "Are you fucking insane? What have you done to Luke? NO!! I
don't know what the hell is wrong with you. This is... this is FUCKED UP!"

Coach bent down on the floor to pick up my soaked shorts. Was he really not
going to help me? I thought I could count on Coach for anything? He must
hate me now, seeing that I have a pussy and get fucked like a gay guy.

"Coach, please..." I said in a small, desperate voice.

For a brief second, it looked like Coach was actually considering it, but
then he shook it off. He grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me upwards, a
little too hard. "Ow! Coach that hurts!" What the hell was going on, why
was Coach acting like this? Just when I felt so good about finding out I
had a pussy, now I was feeling like some kind of freak again.

"We're leaving Luke. I can't... You sick fuck, preying on teenage athletes
like this!"

Before I could process what was happening, Coach was dragging me out of the
office and through the parking lot to his car. "COACH! COACH! Calm down,
stop!"

Suddenly Coach came to a complete stop. He released my wrist, luckily it
wasn't bruised or anything. He turned to me, and I was shocked to see tears
in his eyes. "Luke, I'm so sorry... I can't... I couldn't..."

Even though my pussy was still hungry and leaking, seeing Coach get so
emotional got to me. "Coach... it's ok. I'm ok... I know you must hate me
now, seeing that I'm like this."

Coach's eyes went wide. "Luke, I could never hate you. NEVER. I... I'm
sorry I made you think that. Give me time to process this, this is... a
lot."

I understood that. After all, it was a lot for me to process too. I knew I
was gonna have to do more thinking and soul-searching to really figure out
what this pussy thing was all about. But at least Coach wasn't mad at me or
anything.

Coach pulled me into a tight hug, and I buried my nose in his chest, taking
in that masculine smell. And unfortunately having Coach's strong arms
around me, and smelling the mix of his sweat, musk, and precum, made my
pussy twitch again.

I stumbled and almost collapsed onto the pavement again. Coach caught me in
time, luckily. "Luke! Shit, you must be exhausted, can you stand?"

Coach let go of me for a moment and wobbled before collapsing again.

"Maybe we should... find a motel. I don't think you have it in you for the
long drive. Especially after everything that... happened in there."

I nodded, and Coach helped me back into his truck. It was true, I was
exhausted to my bones, like those times when we have an all-day baseball
practice during the summer. Coach was right, I needed a rest, and not in
his truck, but on a nice, comfortable bed.

"Thank you, Coach." I mumbled as my eyelids grew heavy and my world went
black. The last thing I heard was Coach.

"Of course, Luke. I'd do anything for you."