Hello! Thanks for all the feedback on my last story, it really helps me write better. This one is a little longer and has a little more plot. It probably won't make sense if you didn't read part 1.
This story contains: breast expansion, penis expansion, muscle growth, lactation, sex with strangers, sex in public areas, and extreme amounts of cum.
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Recap: Our unnamed protagonist and his wife, Isabel, began growing in various ways for an unexplained reason. They also began perceiving smells that made them constantly horny. Now they are going to the doctor's office, to see what is happening to them.
I spent the entire ride fidgeting. Having a big junk isn't all fun and games, with the compression shorts on it was impossible to get comfortable, and I still had to sit in a particular way to avoid squishing my balls. Between that, having to drive downtown, and being worried, I didn't really have time to focus on Isabel or make any conversation. With all the windows rolled down her scent was just barely perceptible.
We arrived at the hospital and hurried into the waiting room. I was worried that other people might notice our scents, but they didn't seem to mind. In fact, instead I began noticing the scents of everyone else. Isabel's was by far the strongest in the room, but practically every woman we passed had a distinct, slightly alluring, odor that sat on top of the usual hospital smell. I could only assume that Isabel was experiencing something similar. We sat silently, with our faces down, clasping each others' hands tightly. Isabel clutched her notebook to her chest.
Finally, after what seemed like forever but was really just a few minutes, a nurse came in and called "Mister and missus Mullen?" We stood up and followed him in. The nurse took all our various vital signs and basic measurements, then led us through a maze of hallways to the office of Doctor Renault. We had barely spoken the whole time, and he left us with a pleasantry. I nervously pushed the door open.
Inside was a relatively well-furnished office, with a huge wall of bookshelves on one side. Doctor Renault proudly displayed his M.D. and a few obscure awards and certifications on the other wall. The desk looked pretty nice, if a little old, and it was covered in papers and books. At the desk was a short old bespectacled man, presumably Doctor Renault, focusing intently on his computer screen. He said nothing for about a second and then glanced up and beckoned, "Please, come sit! I'll speak with you in just a moment."
We sat down in the two chairs in front of his desk. He continued to look at his screen for a minute and then turned his attention to us.
"I must apologize, I was simply trying to research your conditions before you got here. It's not often I get patients on such short notice. Are you feeling okay now? No dizziness, aches, or pains? Do the areas which have swelled feel painful or tender?"
We both shook our heads, but by the time my head stopped shaking he was already talking again.
"Good, good, that means there's probably no immediate issues. You two have a very unusual case going on, it's not unheard of for hormones to spontaneously go out of wack like this but usually there are some bad negative side effects. Now, Isabel, you mentioned on the phone that you took detailed measurements this morning? Could I see them please?"
Isabel opened up her notebook and handed it to the doctor. He quickly scanned it and looked at his screen some more. This doctor was certainly very unusual, he spoke and acted very quickly, and as he read he seemed to barely be aware that we were in the room. Somehow, it was actually a little comforting, and at least it helped me keep my mind off Isabel's scent and her beautiful, luscious body just a few feet away.
Finally Doctor Renault looked at us again and said, "Well, you both seem to have grown another inch and gained weight since you measured this morning, so I would say that this growth is probably ongoing. Additionally you both have high blood pressure. I think more measurements are warranted at the moment. Before we try to draw any conclusions about what might be going on and what the medical effects are, we need to gather as much data as possible. Would you please strip?"
I was a little shocked. Isabel spoke first. "Excuse me?"
"I asked if you would please strip. We need to measure every aspect of your bodies, and unfortunately many of these changes seem to be in sex organs so I will need to examine you both in the nude. Unless of course you would prefer me to examine you individually." He was already putting on nitrile gloves and a surgical mask.
Isabel and I looked at each other, and I could plainly see on her face that she wanted me in the room while she was examined. I said, "We'll do it together."
"Excellent! I'll get my equipment while you get undressed." With that, he left the room.
Honestly I was eager to finally get those compression shorts off. My balls were supremely uncomfortable. I stood up and pulled down my pants and the shorts in one motion. My penis sprang out and began filling with blood. I looked over at Isabel to see her staring at my penis, about to pull off her hoodie. Her scent was as strong as it was back home now, I couldn't help but get hard almost immediately. Finally she looked up at me, blushing, and we both seemed to collect ourselves and took off all our clothes. Isabel was somehow more stunning than this morning, and I wasn't surprised that we had gained some weight. Both of us were noticeably more muscular. Isabel's tummy, previously soft and a little out of shape, was now tight and firm, like she was just about to get a six pack. Her arm muscles, nonexistent the previous day and skinny earlier today, were now starting to bulge a little. Her breasts had definitely grown a too, they were now big enough that she had some cleavage even without a bra pushing them up. Her thighs were thick and tight, and when she noticed me staring she turned around to show me her butt, which was now huge, round, and muscular, like she was power-lifting every day. Her back also now had defined muscles. In short, she looked like a gym bunny, but unlike most of those kinds of women she also had a lot of hair. Her vagina was now covered in a thick shaggy bush, and her armpits sported black furry tufts. Even her legs were starting to grow a little hair.
I had changed as well, mostly in the muscle department, although I now had more body hair too. I had six pack abs and broad, muscular shoulders. My biceps and pectorals had at least doubled in size since this morning. My dick and balls now hung out from a mess of pubic hair that merged with the thick mat of my chest hair. I already had some coarse whiskers even though I'd shaved just the previous day. My dick also looked a little bigger too. It's weird how you don't notice these kinds of things when you're not thinking about it, I had just sort of assumed my body was the same until I took stock and saw how it really was.
We stood there, marveling at our bodies, our scents becoming exponentially stronger, until Doctor Renault came back in wheeling a small cart. That sort of snapped us back into reality, and while my penis didn't go down I suddenly lost all that building desire to push her up against the desk and fuck her brains out.
"Oh wow, you two sure smell funky! Smells like my son's old bedroom in here." He noticed my penis and our blushing faces and exclaimed "Well no wonder! You two are like horny teenagers. I guess that must be another effect of these hormonal fluctuations. Tell me, just on first look, what has changed since this morning?"
We spent the hour talking about our symptoms and being measured, poked, and prodded by the doctor. He was much more thorough than Isabel, and he asked us a seemingly endless series of questions, mostly to do with the changes, our diets, our lifestyles, our family histories, anything and everything. I had to concentrate as hard as I could, with Isabel's scent constantly distracting me. I remained hard for the whole examination.
We also did some strength measurements. I could carry Isabel on my back like it was nothing, and even ran around the room like that for five minutes without breaking a sweat. Isabel did a similar performance. It was fun, but I could barely focus with her hot flesh pressed against mine.
Finally, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Well, there are a few more tests I need to do. First off, I want to get a full battery of blood tests from both of you. Then I want an X-ray of your abdomens so I can see what your internal organs are like, and a CAT scan of your brains. The nurse will take care of that all before you leave. Lastly, I want a semen sample. Now, I realize that may feel a little more private, and you may wish to go into the bathroom. I have a cup here, the bathroom is to the right and then left." he held up what looked like a small Tupperware cup.
I said "I don't... think it will all fit in there."
The doctor raised his eyebrows again and said "You need a bigger container? That's fine, I will have the nurse bring one when they take you to the bathroom." We both got dressed while he called for a nurse. There was no way I was going to fit my ten inch boner back into the compression shorts, so I just pushed it down my pant leg. The head poked out obscenely, much to the amusement of my wife.
The nurse came with a quart bag that was labeled 'urine sample', and Doctor Renault told her to take me to the bathroom. The instant she laid eyes on me, they began to travel down my body, in particular she gave my dick a good hard look as I walked towards the door. She wasn't unattractive either. Her skin was very white and her hair was black and cut in a short bob. She looked kind of short but I guessed I just wasn't used to being tall yet. The scrubs hid her body well but from what I could tell it was quite pleasant.
As we walked down the hall I noticed her scent. It was stronger than the other women in the waiting room, but still nothing compared to Isabel's. I kept my hands in my pockets in a futile attempt to hide my throbbing erection, and tried very hard not to stare at her shapely ass. As I entered the bathroom she gave me an unmistakable look, which I tried very hard not to return. I was a loyal man, even if her scent was really nice.
