Chapter 1: Doctor's Appointment
"It doesn't sound like it's fungal or infectious. It's most likely just dry skin causing the irritation, but to be sure, I'll get you to lie down on the exam table for me and I'll take a quick look," instructed Dr. Taylor. She gestured with her head toward the table as she rose from her seat and slid her ebony fingers snugly into a pair of surgical gloves. "Pants down to the knee Tim. Okay?"
"Um—sorry but I can't really... can you help me Angela?, queried Tim. Peeping down at his belt buckle with diffidence, the young man muttered, "I, uh, actually need a bit of a hand at the moment... sorry." Discomfort made it difficult for him to look in Angela's direction, let alone directly at her eyes.
"Oh! Sorry... that's fine. It clearly slipped my mind. No problem," replied Angela in good cheer. "Just, um... lie down first. Yes. I think that'll be easiest."
Tim swivelled against the exam table on his backside and flung his legs upward, wincing in pan as the commotion rattled his injured elbow inside its sling.
"How are you managing with day-to-day tasks, by the way?" enquired Angela politely.
"Oh, you know. I need a lot of help around the house. It's annoying." Tim made himself comfortable against the pillow on the examination table while Angela's fingers began to pry at his belt buckle.
"I can imagine! Well, you'll at least have
one
arm back in just a couple of weeks. You will, however, need an additional week or two before we can remove the splint from your other hand, I'm afraid," explained Angela.
Tim's jeans had now descended past his briefs, permitting Angela to apprehend the sizeable bulge between his legs. As a doctor, Angela never
really
entertained a sense of expectation about the penis size of her patients, but in this particular scenario she did indeed experience genuine surprise.
"Could I get you to lift up again, for a moment?" asked Angela respectfully. She decided to avert her eyes from Tim's genitals as she uncovered them; at least until his body had stopped fidgeting around. She didn't particularly want to watch his private parts flailing about. Better to wait until her patient's body comes to rest again, she thought. "Okay. I'll just take a quick look," Angela informed Tim. While his doctor peered down, Tim fidgeted upon the examination table again, causing his penis to roll lazily from thigh to thigh. The signs of irritation were evident, but what struck the young doctor as peculiar was the
sheer magnitude
of her patient's appendage. Tim's flaccid penis appeared to Angela's eye notably disproportionate in both length and girth to his decidedly slim figure.
"It's mainly across the base of the... well—underneath. And on my, uh—down lower too. It itches there," instructed Tim clumsily. He grew cognizant of his rising heartbeat, feeling equal parts nervous and aroused; his penis moments away from being handled by an attractive doctor.
"Oh. Okay—well it, uh, looks to be a case of irritation caused by dry skin. The subsequent scratching is not helping your case either," replied Angela while closely inspecting the base of her patient's penis. Tim peeped down and espied the slender fingers of his attractive young doctor diligently inspecting his genitals. Angela had since taken to examining her patient with two hands. The sight and sensation began to coax Tim's mind toward fantasy. He pictured Angela insisting that her gloves were 'getting in the way' of the examination and that she 'must apologise' for having to request her patient's permission to 'induce an erection' so as to 'better inspect the extent of the irritation.'
As Tim indulged in fantasy, his comely caregiver moved to inspecting his testicles with her free hand. Meanwhile, she softened her grip on Tim's penis and felt it flop heavily over the back of her hand. The peculiar sensation was quickly expelled from her mind, and so she pressed on with the routine. She eased each teste left and right, closely scrutinizing the wrinkled surface. "Yes. It certainly seems to be dryness. I'll prescribe you a cream that'll settle down the inflammation and restore moisture."
"Oh. Uh..." Sensing an unmistakable tremor in her grip, Angela retracted her hands from her patient and suppressed her astonishment as her patient's penis writhed against his abdomen. She took a small step back and clutched her hands while it ascended jaggedly toward the ceiling.
"It's okay! Don't worry, it happens! You can pull your pants back up now," Angela responded reassuringly. She wrenched her gaze away from Tim's engorged penis and looked across her shoulder toward the other side of the room, offering her patient a moment of privacy. Tim fidgeted for a few moments until it occurred to Angela that her injured patient was not going to be able to pull his own pants up, and so she turned back around to assist.
"Here... sorry. Let me just—give you a hand. Don't worry," added Angela, offering a smile of acceptance. Tim was now blushing furiously. His doctor grabbed at both his briefs and pants and lifted them upward in unison, but as Tim's lower half thudded against the table in desperation to retrieve his underwear, his erection rocked back and forth like a waving arm. Angela copped an eyeful of her the teetering penis.
As both patient and doctor should have anticipated, even with Tim's briefs as high as they would go, the problem was far from solved. Half a penis now poked defiantly from the roof of Tim's jeans, bracing itself across his navel.
"Just, uh—I've got it! It's okay. I got it!" cried Tim in a panic. Angela dropped her arms to her sides, unsure of what to do with them, and elected to simply standby as Tim scooted to the side of the bench. The fumbling young man hopped up to a standing position and allowed his shirt to fall and conceal the pale intruder. Angela's arms began to oscillate between her body and the patient's waist. She was hesitant to offer further assistance. "Let me get your buckle for you. Okay? We can't have your pants falling down as you leave," Angela reasoned to Tim.
Angela rummaged hopelessly for her patient's buckle under the veil of his shirt until she realised that she had no choice but to lift the garment like a curtain against the back of her hands, and as she did so, the better half of Tim's penis was once again exposed to the light. She mentally chided herself for seemingly taking a final chance to
indulge
herself another look at her patient's prodigious protrusion. Angela assuaged her ego by telling herself that, as a doctor—and as a woman—the young man's appendage was an
undeniable marvel
, and that she shouldn't be
too
hard on herself. Her indulgence was rather excusable, she thought.
"Just let me write you that prescription. Okay? I also recommend that you make sure to use mild soap when you bathe; if you aren't already. You may also want to—at least for the short term—give the hair down there a bit of a trim. Some minor grooming may assist with overall hygiene," instructed Angela, straining to resume the proceeding's sense of routine and formality.
"Okay. I'll do that," replied Tim as he slumped into the nearby seat. Given his understandable desire to make a swift exit, Tim neglected to raise a salient point: just how on Earth was he going to apply the cream himself, let alone partake in a spot of grooming? "I'm so sorry about that. That's so embarrassing!" he added with an evidently pained chuckle.
"No, no, no... you don't need to worry. You'd be surprised how often that happens," Angela assured Tim. As the pair shared a moment of eye contact, the room seemed to fall silent; patient and doctor on the verge of exchanging a
knowing smile
