Author's note: I wrote the first story, The Fertility Therapist one night when I couldn't get to sleep. And posted it that same night. Upon re-reading I wasn't happy with it so I edited and rewrote it over the next month or so before reposting it.
In the process of that re-write I started to wonder where Dr. Erik Shaun came from. Clearly he wasn't a normal man. Not even the randiest 18 year old can produce that much cum or spring an erection that often.
So that's where this story come from.
Also, did anyone notice the word play in the Dr. Erik Shaun's name?
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"First of all, let me thank you for deciding to take part in our research, Mr. Shaun. As you know we have interviewed almost every one in your class at med school." The interviewing Doctor was an imposing woman. Tall, enveloped in a lab coat, she had a severe feeling about her. She hadn't smiled once since Erik had met her, several weeks before. Her name plate read M. Broad, MD, FACS.
"Please call me Erik,"
"Of course, Erik. And I'm Doctor Broad. As you know, we are doing research on male fertility issues. With an emphasis on trying to improve the fertility of those whose sperm count or other issues make it difficult or impossible for them to sire children."
"Yeah, well, that's my problem. Too few boys and what few I have are fairly inactive, I'm told. I'd like to overcome that, if possible."
"Well, luckily, your profile matches exactly the pattern that we think we can have the most luck with! In fact, you are one of the few students that aligned with our needs."
"Super, when can we get started?"
"Friday afternoon. We have the lab all set up. It's just a matter of some details to work out. So, we will see you then?"
"Absolutely! Looking forward to it."
So Friday afternoon Erik Shaun found himself strapped down on a hospital bed with numerous intravenous connections on both arms and elsewhere.
Several machines hummed and clicked. Some monitored his condition, others controlled the flow of the myriad drugs and other things being pumped into him.
Suddenly he heard an increase in the whirr of the machinery. The voice of his Doctor cut through the din.
"What's happening? How? What? No! Cut it off! Shut it down! Somethings wrong! That shouldn't..." A crash of pain swept through him as he spiraled into darkness.
When he woke up he was still in a hospital bed. But there were no fancy tubes, just a single IV drip and a heart rate monitor attached to him.
"Glad to see you are back with us, Erik." It was the Doctor, standing at the foot of his bed. "I'm afraid we had a bit of an issue with the machinery but you are fine! We just want to keep you here for a day or two for observation." Her presentation was curt and to the point. As always she seemed to be focused elsewhere.
"Ohh, I hurt all over, Doctor. What happened. Why do I ache, hurt, so much?"
"I'm afraid one of our safe-guards failed. Which led to other things. Long story short, you got more than ten times as much of the treatment as you should have. We don't know what the result of that will be which is why we need to keep you under observation."
"How..."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine." she threw over her shoulder as she bustled from the room.
The sedative in the IV drip kicked in and before he knew it Erik was asleep.
Awakening some hours later Erik found that he still ached all over, with most of the discomfort centered in his groin. The IV drip was gone.
Slipping off the heart monitor he moved into the bathroom to take a shower. He felt grimy and wanted to clean himself off!
The first shock was when he saw himself in the mirror. He looked like he had lost a lot of weight. HIs abdomen was flat and his pecs were defined. He looked like he had been working out. For a long time. Which he had not!
The second shock happened when he was lathering up in the shower. Not so much that he felt everything more strongly, but that as he soaped, his genitals, his dick SPRANG to life! From flaccid and limp to full on hard-on in seconds! Throbbing and pulsing to his heartbeat, his dick far exceeded his normal length of almost five inches. A quick estimate of seven inches was his conclusion. And only seconds later he exploded in a strong spasm of ecstasy. Jet after jet spattered on the shower wall in front of him.
Groaning in ecstasy he leaned back against the wall. His dick was still hard and felt amazing as he ran his hand up and down the throbbing shaft. With-in seconds he was trembling on the verge of another ejaculation. He forced himself to relax while he lightly stroked himself for another few minutes. The feelings were so intense, so exciting! When he finally came it was with another amazing shower of jism that painted the far wall with ropes of sperm.
When he climbed out to towel off it was after he had had another two strong ejaculations. 'Four times in under 15 minutes!,' he thought to himself. 'More than I've ever cum in a full day!'
Later that day he was visited by one of the staff.
"I have to give you an examination," she explained. "The Doctor wants to be sure that the overexposure hasn't resulted in any complications. Have you noticed any changes?"
"Well," he started. "Since you ask. How do I explain this?" He slipped off his robe, disclosing his muscular torso to the gaze of the Nurse.
"Why, whats wrong?" she asked. He looked fine to her. In fact, he looked good!
"Well, I'm muscular, for one thing. I've never worked out a day in my life and I look like a gym rat now!"
"And is that a bad thing?" she teased him.
"No, I suppose not. But you asked about changes and this one is hard to ignore. And that's not all." he hesitated.
"Go ahead, what else?" she asked.
"Well, I'm a little embarrassed," he hesitated again.
"I'm a professional nurse. You can't tell me anything that will shock me."
"Okay, here goes," he gulped. "I'm bigger now. A lot bigger!"
