Chapter 24: The Candy Striper’s Virgin Treatment

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

Joe Mitchel
I hated doctors.

I yawned as I sat in the waiting room for my routine checkup. I had to get that because of my insurance. The nurses were never as cute as they should be, and the doctors could just be straight-up bitches. Like mine. I had a female doctor, and she was cold.

I mean, her hands were icy and she would cup my balls and make me turn my head and cough.

I shivered in memory of the last time.

“Joe,” a nurse called from the doorway. A Hispanic woman, a little on the heavy side. She wore purple scrubs, her eyes scanning the room.

“Me,” I said and rose, hitching my pants. They never wanted to stay up. No matter how hard I tightened my belt. It was fucking annoying. “I’m Joe.”

“Then come on back,” she said with a bright smile.

I headed back and exchanged some pointless small talk with her. She took me to a scale. I hated this. They were always so judgmental about my weight. So what if I was 330 or so pounds? No, I was heavier.

That meant another lecture from my doctor. Great.

“Okay,” the nurse said. She had Lucy on her nametag. “This way.”

She took me to Room 3 where I sat down on the chair. She clipped the oxygen sensor on my fingers and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around my arm. That was why I was here. I had high blood pressure.

It expanded. Clamped down on my arm. She measured the beat. Then she recorded the numbers. I didn’t really care. I took my medicine every day. Damn stuff made me have to pee all the time. The nurse hummed as she took my temperature.

“Okay, Dr. Cummings will be here in a moment,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, not believing her.

The nurse left the room. I glanced at her fat ass. I mean, she wasn’t that bad, but certainly not cute enough. I closed my eyes and waited, bored, bored, bored. I wanted something to do. I had my phone, but I didn’t want to watch any porn and get a hardon. That would be embarrassing.

Finally, the knock came at the door before it opened. Dr. Cummings had arrived.

“Hey,” I said, trying to be friendly.

“Joe,” she said and headed to the sink. “How are you doing?”

“Can’t complain,” I said, shrugging as she washed her hands.

“And the weight loss? It’s not going well?” She glanced at me over her shoulder, giving me a friendly smile. She was a slender thing. Skinny as fuck. Not a curve on her. Her blonde hair was cut shorter than a soccer mom’s. It was a dyke cut.

I bet she was gay.

“I try,” I said. “It’s hard.”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “And the meal plan we worked on last time.”

Did we? I just shrugged. God, I hated going to the doctor.

She pulled on the gloves and headed over to me. “Your blood pressure is barely fine. Are you monitoring it at home?”

I shook my head.

She sighed. “Okay, let’s check your lungs and heart.”

She put in her stethoscope and had me sit up. She pressed it to my back. Even through my T-shirt, I felt how cold her hands were. I shivered as she had me breathe in deeply and exhale. She moved it around and repeated it then the same BS.

T. Ropex
I was off to my next scenario.

The AI transported me into a strange room. No, a doctor’s office. Excitement washed through me. There was a very fat man sitting on a chair. He wore a T-shirt that stretched over his portly frame and left an inch of belly flab exposed. The doctor was a skinny woman in a white coat over jeans and a shapeless sweater.

She was mousy. Not very attractive.

“Okay, take off your pants,” she said.

My hope surged in me. Was this an actual accurate doctor’s exam? Yes, they weren’t the perfect specimens of the life re-creations, but was she going to suck on his cock to “examine” him. I stood there, breathing slowly.

The guy stood and undid his belt. His pants nearly fell off after that. He had some white underwear he shoved off. I frowned. I couldn’t see him. I titled my head. He just ... wasn’t hard. His stomach shadowed over it.

She did cup his balls, but her hands were in rubber gloves.

He suckled in a breath and shivered.

“Sorry,” the doctor said. “Turn your head and cough.”

I frowned at that. He did and coughed. She pulled her hands away at once, saying, “Okay, you can pull your pants back up. You don’t have a hernia.”

That was it?

“Adjusting the scenario,” said the AI.

The guy suddenly wasn’t a fat slob. He was the same guy, but at his peak physicality. He was naked and brawny, his cock thrusting out hard before him. It was massive. A big shaft that the doctor would love to get in her pussy.

She wore her white doctor’s outfit, but no longer was she in jeans and a shapeless top. She wore a bright, red sheath dress beneath that barely covered her ass. Her now huge tits—clearly fake—threatened to pop out of her top if she bent over. Her lips were plump and her hair long. No longer that cut short, but blonde curls that spilled down to her shoulders.

“I have the fucking biggest case of blue balls, doc,” groaned the patient. “It fucking won’t get soft.”

“Viagra?” the doctor purred, staring at his cock. She licked her lips.

“I don’t fucking need a little blue pill to get hard,” he said. “It just won’t fucking go down. It hurts.”

She gripped his cock and stroked up and down him slowly. She didn’t wear gloves. “Mmm, then you just let Dr. Cummings take care of things.” She sank to her knees. “I know a few tricks to achieve ejaculation.”

She opened her mouth wide to swallow his cock. I smiled. This was so much better.

Latisha Harding
“Hi, Latisha,” Nurse Lucy said when I entered the pod.

“Hi,” I said brightly.

“I could use your help on some paperwork,” the Hispanic nurse said. “We’re a little behind.”

“No problem,” I said. I was a candy striper, a volunteer that helped out. Back in the day, they wore striped stockings and cute nurse’s uniforms, but now I just wore pink scrubs. I looked just like a nurse, but I was eighteen and just wanted to help. It was a calling for me. “I’ll get on it.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Latisha,” she said. “Thanks!”

I nodded to her and sat at the computer. I started typing on it. There were clipboards beside it with information I had to get filled out. Other girls wasted time on chasing boys and partying, but there was more to life than that. When the Lord was ready, he would lead me to a good boy.

Until then, I would help out where I could.

Joe Mitchel
The doctor swallowed my hard cock.

“Dr. Fucking Cummings,” I groaned. “Yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum, Dr. Cummings!” I couldn’t help saying her name like that. It was just so perfect.

She moaned around my cock, her plump, collagen-enhanced lips sliding up and down my cock. Her bright-red lipstick smeared across my shaft as she blew me. I groaned, savoring the feel of her blowing me. Nothing would make this go away.

I was in fucking pain. My nuts were so swollen. Her warm fingers massaged them. They felt so good rubbing at my balls. She massaged them as she suckled on my dick. Her warm mouth slid up and down my rod, her tongue dancing.

“Shit, Dr. Cummings, you know what you’re doing,” I groaned.

She popped her mouth off my cock and purred, “I am a doctor.”

“You learned how to suck dick at medical school?” I asked as she fisted my dick.

“Well, at the frats at my medical school,” she cooed and engulfed my cock.

I groaned, savoring it. This was amazing. I loved going to the doctor.

I fucking hate it, this strange voice whispered in the back of my mind. Dr. Cummings is a dyke bitch with cold hands and ... Fuck it, she’s sucking on my dick. I’m not fat. This is great.

Not fat? Dyke? What a dumb thing to think about. I just had to focus on that sexy woman sucking on my dick. I loved the way she worked her mouth up and down my cock. She blew me with so much passion. It was incredible.

She nursed on me with all that she had. It was incredible to have her blowing me like that. I loved it with all that she had. It was incredible to have her working her plump lips up and down my cock. My nuts twitched.

“Shit, Dr. Cummings, you big whore!” I growled. “Fucking went to whore school, that’s for sure! Shit, that tongue!”

She winked a blue eye at me, her blonde hair swaying around her face. She blew me with passion. I could stare down her cleavage. She had such big tits jiggling in her dress. She groaned and suckled on me while that boring guy watched.

I didn’t care about him.

Just the fucking hot doctor sucking on my cock.

My nuts tightened as I hurtled toward the moment I would cum. My nuts twitched in her massaging hand. The pressure grew at the tip of my cock. I loved it so much. I would just explode into her mouth. She groaned, nursing on me.

“Dr. Cummings,” I grunted. “Yes, yes, take my cum, Dr. Cummings!”

I erupted.

My cum flooded her mouth. I shuddered, savoring the pleasure erupting from my cock. I filled her mouth up with my jizz. It was an incredible moment. Stars flashed across my vision as I dumped my load into her twat. I filled her with so much passion.

I loved the way the ecstasy shot through me. I erupted again and again. I filled her up with my spunk. She gulped it down, her blue eyes sparkling. I grunted, my nuts twitching in her hand. She swirled her tongue around my cock.

The rapture slammed into my mind.

“Fuck!” I roared.

Stars flashing across my vision, I dumped the last of my spunk into her mouth. I filled her with all that I had. It was incredible. I loved the rapture surging through me. My nuts twitched, but they still felt swollen.

The doctor popped her mouth off my cock and purred, “Mmm, there you are. So much cum. You were baked up.”

“I don’t know, Doc,” I groaned. “My balls still hurt.”

She frowned as she rose. She stared down at my cock. Her finger stroked up it. “You’re not going soft?”

“No,” I said, the pressure throbbing up my shaft. It felt too swollen. “My balls!”