0 comments/ 87167 views/ 6 favorites The Doctor Is In By: AnonFineDay From the time he saw his Father saved by the hands of a skillful surgeon, he wanted to enter the medical profession. His family was poor, curtailing his financial options, but his determination and ingenuity exceeded those with similar goals on his educational level, and he soon was offered several scholorships. Accepting the most lucrative, he was pivoted into a new world of challenges that became overwhelming within the first few months. His first reports reflected his disenchantment, and soon he found himself struggling to retain a minimum GPA. His name was Ben - gentle Ben his nickname because of his softspoken demeanor and delicate mannerisms. It was at this point in his life when Jane entered. She was the dominating, yet loving type, and Ben quickly succumbed to her outgoing manner. Never dating much throughout his maturity, he willingly accepted her open embraces and encouragement, not aware of the dark secret she kept hidden until he was hopelessly entranced. One night, while they were parked in her car, she tried to forcibly rape him until she uncovered his manhood. When she first gazed upon his limp member, she began laughing hysterically, and didn't stop until long after he had returned, alone, to his dorm. Something inside him broke that night, and he was changed forever. The next few days, Ben just lay in his bed with everything including his head covered. Jane had tried to apologize on several attempts but Ben had secured all outside contacts. He felt extremely alone and unaccepted, and longed for the touch of someone who cared. He became more frustrated and withdrawn as the hours trickled by until, on the fourth day, he threw back the covers and jumped to his feet; resolved to embark on a new and different journey. First, he worked in the lab after hours and during his free time on the weekends to develop a serum that would totally relax the human muscular structure, while enhancing the neurological inputs to the brain. After several missed attempts, he was able to create a fairly simple yet potent compound, comprised of a muscle relaxer and stimulants. Although his serum had an extremely limited application, it was applauded by his peers, and he soon found his GPA rising to the head of the class along with his esteem. The second phase would be far more difficult to develop. He wanted a serum that would temporarily enlarge a select portion of the human anatomy, increasing the size without causing permenant damage. Because of the complexity of the human circulatory system, which the serum would be required to emulate, his progress was slow and filled with disappointments. He continued his experiments relentlessly, forgetting his social committments and all other endeavors, and hid his findings from any curious onlookers. He had no social life, and barely ate enough to maintain his slight figure. It was during a marathon experiment with unlikely compounds, that he found the extract from poison ivy worked. True, the side effects needed to be minimized, but when the extract was injected into part of the human body, for example, a toe, it would virtually double in size instantly, and achieve a tremendous increase in synaptic responses. With further experimentation, he was able to synthesize the same elements, and introduce a third element that would dramatically reduce the amount of time the serum stayed active in the body; from three days to a mere 3-hours. Relieved, he was finally able to sleep soundly, filled with dreams that he soon hoped to make reality. Sarah was his first. They met in the lab and chatted openly after which they stopped at the local pub. After the second wine cooler, she was no longer able to feel the pin prick in her thigh. The narcotic took effect in about thirty minutes, long after she began had mumbling senseless phrases of scientific jargon in the motel room, and, if his test were proven correct, she would remain lifeless, for the next several hours. Being his first real experiment, he was very careful to note the time of injection, the response time, and any side effects. Carefully, he removed the second syringe from his briefcase, and with one swift motion, plunged it deep into the meatty structure at the base of his manhood. Noting the time in his log, he returned to the bed where Sara lay, and began to remove her clothing. She was wearing some loose fitting jeans, a white pull-over blouse, no bra, and some small cotton panties. Her sandals slipped from her feet without a problem, but removing her remaining attire became a tremendous effort. Without any muscular control, she flopped back and forth like a fish out of water as he struggled to remove her blouse. She could only mutter gutteral sounds in response, which in time, Ben found quite annoying. Finally she lay completely naked on the bed. He face was cute, and her body an average build with small breasts and almost oversized hips. Her physical condition reflected a lack of physical exercise and diet of too many hamburgers. Her nipples were much larger than he earlier envisioned, and her matted pubic hair refelected a problem in personal attention. She wasn't repulsive, yet the blemishes on her skin and the amount of unshaven hair on her legs revealed a lack of care and self-esteem. She had an unwelcomed odor as she breathed that he found quite repulsive. As he fondled her limp body, she stared at the ceiling and occasionally breathed short fast sighs. They were her orgasms; far too numerous to mention. Meanwhile, Ben struggled with his own erection, as he became repulsed by the entire scene. Finally, in one last attempt, he closed his eyes and envisioned Jane giving him head, while remarking how large he was; and that was all that was needed. When he unzipped, he paused in shock. His manhood was huge. He tried to measure the girth and length, but the itching continued to increase so rapidly that his trembling hands couldn't hold the tape. He had synthesized the extract too completely - and was about to experience the worst three hours of his life. After 15-minutes of agony, he threw himself from the bed and onto the rug where, bucking his hips in a frenzy, he scratched his throbbing log with a never before experienced fury. Although Sara remained immobile, she could see his plight from the corner of her eyes and couldn't help but laugh at the scene being played out in front of her. Ben continued to tear at his inflamed organ; trying everything he could think of to stop the agony including a cold shower, and soaking his member in the toilet bowl. Nothing worked, until, in one last act of futility, he grabbed the needle he had used to inject Sara, dove onto the bed, and jammed it into the engorged glans. The residual compound took effect immediately, and his manhood swayed for a moment and then dropped like a rock, knocking the wind out of him. Over an hour passed before he was able to resume some level of stasis. His manhood had grown to a length of over two feet, and, at the peak of the serums' potency, he was almost 16-inches at his girth. His gonads had swelled to the size of softballs, and the veins on his genitals were as big around as a number two pencil. His battered member had a purplish red color throughout its length, and little bumps covered his entire abdomen. With great pains. he slowly put his underware and pants on, and without bothering to lace his shoes, he placed the rest of the periphenalia he had brought back into his briefcase and stumbled out of the hotel room. Sara's naked and motionless form remained on the bed for the next 3-hours. It was with slow and deliberate motions that she was able to don her clothing and leave with some semblance of self-respect. She never spoke to Ben again. Ben could not be found on campus for the next two weeks, amidst the growing concern of his professors. Hidden in the laboratory, afraid others might learn of his failure, he emerged only when no one present to continue his experiments. It had been a most disappointing failure; yet he knew he was a step closer to realizing his dream. This time, his tests would be far more thorough, and his subject would be far less repulsive in bed. Preliminary concoctions were either too strong, or contained disastrous side effects - one serum was so potent, that one of the squirrels he used to test it with has amazed the scientific community to this day with the size of its tail. Another serum made a test rabbit sleep for over a month with no ill after effects. Finally, convinced that his new formula would provide the desired results, he began to attend classes, and catch-up on what he had missed. Fortunately, while had had been experimenting with his enlargement serum, he uncovered a potion that had the reverse effects, and was able to again astound his peers with a reduction cream that really worked, temporarily. Ben would never have had to work a day in his life if the discoloration side effect could have been resolved. Soon he was on the lookout for his next victim; this time she would be a cute little Asian waitress from the Sushi Bar next to the bookstore. She was adorable, with tiny pert little breasts, the wisp of a bottom, the cutest little eyes, and an extremely limited English vocabulary. He tipped her very generously that night, and when she was walking home, his offer for a lift was willingly accepted. When the arrived at the hotel, LuLee had tried to flee, but the modified serum worked perfectly. Her legs buckled, but she retained the bulk of her motor control and was able to navigate safely into the room, and assist him as he removed her tiny outfit. She was even more beautiful without her clothes with just the briefest wisp of pubic hair, a firm, tight body, and the smallest nipples he had ever seen. Her olive complexion, the pigmentation of her skin, and the tiny squeeks of her resistence were more than he could handle, and his erection soon followed. He quickly stripped, and injecting the serum into his throbbing manhood, watching it grow to monstrous proportions in a matter of minutes. She tried to scream as he poised his member at the threshold of her virginity, then contorted her face to deal with the pain that would never come. Although his reproductive organ would have pleased a dinosaur in size, in strength it rivaled an overripe banana. Despite his best efforts, he was too limp to penetrate her. At first she maintained her gimace, but after she realized his dilemna, she lay on the bed with her chest moving to the sounds of her silent laughter. With no recourse, Ben did the best he could to conceal his mammoth erection, and left the room in complete frustration. LuLee would regain full use of her faculties within the hour, and stopped at the shrine one her way home to thank her god for her retained virginity. He would never return to the Sushi Bar; but he wouldn't need to as Jane was LuLee's relief waitress. After two attempts and two embarrasing failures, most would have conceeded; but when desperation is factored into the equation, the entire evolution is never questioned. With renewed vigor, Ben began anew; testing and retesting, trying and failing and retrying for the better part of three weeks. Day after day and deep into the nights, he tried different compounds, and different mixtures of complex compounds in his final effort to succeed. His masculinity was on the line; and he knew the only other option was surgery that could leave him disfigured for life. Finally, after 22-days of late nights, and frustrating days, a combination of inert and active compounds was tried succesfully on three distinct occasions - all with the desired, temporary effects. The test animals were returned to the field from whence he caught them, and he was to spend an additional week observing their recovery for side-effects. It appeared as if he had finally found a succesful combination, and after finals, he would "field test" his serum. Meanwhile, Jane had been dating a like-minded law student. He had been kind at first, but increasingly became more assertive until their final date when he tried to rape her. In anger, she had ran from his flashy sports car, only to find herself confronted by him on the road home. Fearing for her life, she submitted to his sexual assault. He was somewhat larger than most men, and bruised her genitals repeatedly, while leaving deep claw marks and severe bruises on most of her body. For two days, she didn't leave her room, and on the third day when she finally gathered up enough courage to attend her classes, she used enough makeup to satisfy a circus full of clowns. She also had time to rethink her priorities, and Ben became one. He always had been gentle and kind, and had always tried to please her. Her agression had ended that chapter of her life; but now she hoped to reopen it. One day, she followed him to the pasture outside the south dorm - his refuge when the noise and collective mayhem of the dorms became too much. He would love to study amongst the animals there; many who knew him from previous experiments. Most were willing to forgive, and whenever he rested, he always had a group of critters nearby awaiting his handouts and kind words. She approached him from behind and gently called out to him. At first he tried to ignore her voice for fear of more humiliation, but, as always, she persisted, and he let down his guard. They talked about everything, beginning with the weather, exams, profs., meals, and finally each other, when she abruptly halted and apologized, asking him to forgive and begin anew. As they prepared to leave, he promised to seriously consider her proposal, and they returned to the campus hand in hand. Ben desperately wanted to prove his formula, and resurrect his failing ego, and the possibility of another rejection from the girl who had almost destroyed him originally was more than he could bear. He would let her down gently, he decided, yet maintain their friendship as he had always cherished her laughter and spontaniety. Jane had other ideas as the confessions of LuLee during an all night retirement party had reinforced Janes' suspicions of Bens' frustration. With the last final, everyone broke for summer vacation. Most went home, some went on exotic vacations with their parents, and a select few remained behind. Ben and Jane remained on campus; Ben, because of his desire to further his research; and Jane because her Step-Mom had no room for a Step-Daughter in her real Fathers' life. Ben set out on his conquest early Saturday night. He went to a little known all night resturaunt on the highway, and waited for the girls who had danced the night away to appear for a final bite before heading on down the line. The next town was over 30-miles away, and many would try to sober themselves before becoming ensnared in one of the traps set up by the local highway patrol. Sure enough, at about 11 P.M. they various "dancing queens" began to appear. Some were too far gone, and others had not had enough, but by midnight he had narrowed the field to two different ladies, and finally settled on one who appeared quite shy. As he approached her, she remembered him from one of the classes they had together, although her face wasn't familiar. The shared tales of late night studies, and pre-test jitters, brought them together quickly. After a time, she accepted his gracious offer. He paid the tab for both of them, and drove her to the nearby hotel; unaware that Jane was waiting in the darkness. Her name was Claire; it should have been clear for her eyes and skin tones. In the subdued light of the hotel room, he studied her features; a small upturned nose, small yet full lips, high cheeks, fine sandy brown hair, and the brightest blue eyes ever made. She had an average figure, but she kept herself in excellent physical condition, with all of her contours in the right places. Her eyes met his, in a beautiful gaze as the tranquilizer took effect, and she gracefully retired to the support of the bed. He took his time removing her clothes, admiring every inch of her well toned body. Her small breasts hardly sagged as she lay with her arms stretched over her hair, and her ribs were clearly visible through her clear skin. Her hips were perfectly curved leading to the longest legs he had ever seen. There wasn't a trace of fat on her anywhere, and her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistened with the dew of her arousal. He stripped quickly, and pulled out the syringe with a trembling hand; a sudden pang of doubt emerging. Quickly he dismissed the memories of past failures, and plunged the needle into his throbbing member. As he felt the warmth of the injection surge into his glans, he became aware that Donna was moving her hands toward her purse by the side of the bed. As he watched in amazement, she slowly extracted a syringe, and, with trembling hands, plunged the needle into her vulva, before she collapsed; fully succumbing to the effects of his tranquilizer. As Ben continued to gaze at her, he saw her hips began to undulate in the unique rhythm of copulation. He became aroused and peered down as his organ continued to grow both in size and strenth. At once, he positioned himself over her beautifully reclined figure, and began to force his manhood into her. As his glans passed the flowery gate of her sexuality, he could feel how tight she was, and he rejoiced in knowing that he had finally found the right combination for his formula. As he continued to move within her, he felt the pressure of her love canal continue to increase until, while barely beyond her loving lips, he could feel the softness of her womb. He looked down to see that only his glans had fully penetrated her, while the rest of his manhood was bent in an abstract angle; a tribute to the force he was using. His back began to ache from the pressure, but as he tried to withdraw, he felt her continue to contract squeezing his glans into a ball with a small stem connecting him to the rest of his sexuality. The pain became intense as fear replaced pleasure. Jane entered the room, as the two lovers remained locked in their dilemna. She tried to analyze what she saw but it didn't occur to her that while Ben had injected a compound to increase his size; Claire, upon seeing Bens' original manhood injected a compound she had developed to reduce her size. It had always worked for Claire before, and she couldn't comprehend why her genitals felt as if they would explode from his pressure. Meanwhile, Ben became disoriented from the pressure around his frenum; while the nerves in his glans became numb. Jane looked at his tormented organ, and saw a trickle of blood drip onto the sheet. This was serious, and with barely a moment to spare she tore the syringe from Claires' hand and jabbed it into the base of Bens' scrotum. It took several moments for the remaining serum to be injected, during which Ben collapsed onto his victim. Jane fell back in terror, afraid she had just witnessed, and in fact played a deciding role in the fate of these two young doctors. After an eternity, she saw Ben begin to stir; the color of his face was no longer purplish red, but pale white. He slowly rolled off his victim and spied Jane; his eyes first reflected surprise to be replaced by silent gratitude. Both he and Jane let their eyes wander to his discolored manhood. It would take several weeks for him to recover, and Jane would be by his side, attending to his every need. Claire recovered more quickly, and in the future the three of them became fast friends, sharing new adventures, and often reflecting on the night they first met. Never again would Ben feel inadequate, as Claire freely shared her serum with Jane, who in return, helped Claires' breast development with Bens' serum. They all shared their new found wealth together, and can be found splashing in the surf of their own private island off the Mexican Riviera. Meanwhile, the AMA keeps the formula locked in their most secure vault, knowing the majority of the nations' female population would never walk again if the formula were ever released. The Doctor Is In Author's Note: In addition to being a full-time college professor, I have a "second job" off campus that is very rewarding, both for its monetary benefits and for the occasional erotic situations such as the one described below. While the names have been changed, the following story is completely true. And while the entire ongoing account is worthy of possibly ten or even more chapters, I will refrain from spending my time writing them until you, the readers, indicate you enjoyed (or disliked, despised, hated) this first offering. So please drop me your comments if you do (or don't) want more. * * * * * Lisa Gains was/is almost too beautiful to describe. My first glance at her, as she entered my primary office, resulted in a neck-wrenching double-take and an almost instantaneous stirring in my groin. She was around 5'8" tall, and couldn't have weighed more than 125 pounds. Her breasts were nicely separated and pleasantly small, probably stretching a tape measure to around 34 or 35 inches. Her extremely long, blond hair shimmered under the pleasant, soft glow of my fluorescent lighting, and swayed across the top of her shapely ass as she walked. Her face, her hair, her entire body, was just too perfect not to be completely natural. I guess I should introduce and describe myself. My name is Doctor Leonard Beeman, and I have a very successful medical physiologist and psychologist practice in addition to my full professorship at a large, east coast university situated less than a mile away. My speciality is treating various human behavior disorders, most often with a uniquely medical and mental mixture of treatments. And, while various types of eating disorders make up the majority of my patient list, I also treat other types of medical problems. Sexually related problems were second only to the dietary situations already mentioned. On a more personal note, I am a single (divorced two years from the troll) white male, 6 feet tall, 44 years old, and with a semi-muscular build (from regular exercise, which I suggest for every person I talk to professionally). I work out at least three times every week, and swim at least five days each week in my condo pool. Oh yes (for those of you who may be interested), about my package. I have been blessed with an eight inch long, relatively thick, penis that is nicely supported by a pair of healthy, large testicles. I have measured my seminal fluid discharge at orgasm, and I generally expel between four and six fluid ounces (substantially greater than average) in the seven to nine spurts (also more than the average male) that are my personal norm. Lisa was a new patient, making her first visit to my office on this day. On the information forms she indicated her personal problem was sexual in nature. She was 26, married to a business manager for seventeen months, and with no children. I was curious about that since she had also checked the "no" box beside the question concerning her current use of birth control pills or other contraceptive devices. In fact, according to her answers in that section, she did not use any contraception of any kind. I walked out from behind my desk and sat down in one of the consultation chairs situated in the middle of the room. She took a seat in a chair facing mine that I indicated, crossed her right knee over her left leg, adjusted the hem of her rather expensive, modestly cut dress, cleared her throat, and cast her eyes down at the floor near my feet. "How can I help you, Mrs. Gains?" "Oh, Doctor, I don't really know where to actually begin." "Well, why don't you begin by telling me exactly what your problems are, and we will address them one at a time. I see from your forms that you indicated they are sexual in nature." "Yes, they are. I guess I'm not very good in bed with my husband. When we have sex it rarely lasts more than a minute or two. I never feel anything. I read about women who have multiple orgasms and are almost always sexually fulfilled, and I don't even know what an orgasm is! I am very sexually frustrated, I guess. I think there must be something physically wrong with me. Or, maybe it's a mental thing. I just don't know. I am terribly worried that I may be frigid or something." I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, and I could sense the frustration she felt. Just then my nurse stuck her head in the door and told me she was leaving for the day unless I needed her for something. I told her no, and she closed the door softly. "Mrs. Gains,... er, may I call you Lisa?" "That would be fine, Doctor." "Well, Lisa, I'm certain we can address your problem successfully, regardless of what it might be. It's very rare for any sexual problem, physical or mental, not to be treatable." "That's wonderful, Doctor. When can we start?" "Right now, if you would like. Why don't we go into the examination room and I will give you a physical exam." We both stood up and I led the way to a door off my office that led to my examination rooms. Once inside I instructed her to step behind the dressing screen and disrobe completely, and put on one of the cloth gowns she would find there. She stepped behind the screen and I sat down at the tiny desk in the room, silently amazed that I would soon be seeing, touching, probing, and caressing this woman's beautiful body. Oh, I know Doctors are not supposed to have thoughts like that, but we are entitled to take a little pleasure in the few nice bodies we treat after seeing, touching, and probing all the overweight, chubby and fat bodies that pay our country club dues and greens fees. She stepped out from behind the screen, her gown on and tied at the waist. I stood in front of her and asked her to remove the gown, which she did. As she did, I was treated to a truly rare and erotic sight. She had what I consider to be the perfect body. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, firm, apple-sized cones with the pink nipples ever-so-slightly upturned. There were not even any visible flaws such as moles or scars. But there was a strong stirring in my crotch that I knew I had to fight. "I'm going to start with a breast exam first, Lisa. Just try to relax." With that I reached up and placed my hands on her right breast, squeezing it gently and feeling for any irregularities. There were none. I felt the nipple, squeezing it and even pinching it slightly. I saw her eyes roll up slightly, and asked if I were hurting her in any way. "Oh, no, Doctor. Whatever you are doing feels good. Actually, it feels wonderful." I switched to her left breast and continued the exam, kneading that mammary gland in the same manner as its mate. "When you and your husband have sex," I asked, "does he spend much time feeling and touching your breasts?" "Oh, no! He almost never touches them. When he does, it feels good. When he is lying on top of me I try to wiggle my chest against his because that feels really good to me." I was beginning to have some strange thoughts about her husband. Any guy who wouldn't want so spend endless hours paying homage to those beautiful boobs with hands, lips, teeth and tongue had to be absolutely sick in the head. Maybe he, not her, should be my patient. Oh, perish that thought, please. "I see", I said. "Actually, playing with the woman's breasts extensively is an important part of foreplay. About how long do your foreplay sessions last, in general?" "Foreplay? I've heard the term, but I don't really know what it means." "That's when your husband kisses and touches you before you actually begin coitus, the sex act," I informed her. "How long does he spend kissing and touching you before he inserts his penis into you?" "A few seconds, I guess. I mean, we always kiss before we do it, and afterwards, too." I was still feeling her beautiful boobs and pinching her nipples as we talked, and I could see from her fidgeting hips and legs that she was thoroughly enjoying my touching her. "Why don't you describe one of your typical sex sessions to me," I requested. I had one hand on each of her breasts, gently pinching the nipples and feeling the soft flesh under my hands as I made this request. She was beginning to act really fidgety, and her voice was beginning to become just a little deeper and slightly ragged. "Well, we... we both get undressed and... and get into bed, of course. He kisses me. Then.... he gets on top of me with his legs... his... between mine, and he inserts... himself into me. Sometimes I... I.... I am too dry, and it hurts a little when he enters. But after a minute or so he is usually completely inside me. Then he... he.... strokes in and... in... in and out a few times, and then he spurts. We kiss again, and he... he.... he..... rolls off of me. Then we go to sleep." I could not believe what I was hearing. This woman just described something I absolutely could not believe, yet somehow knew had to be true. And I began to think that I knew part or possibly all of her real problem. The correctness of my initial hypothesis would actually hinge on her answer to my next question. "Lisa, describe your husband's penis to me?" I was still feeling her breasts, and I was also sporting more than half an erection by now. "Well, it's about the size of my middle finger." She held up her dainty little hand and wiggled the digit. "Are you sure about that. I mean, your finger is around two and a half inches long and about one-half inch in diameter. Is that how big his penis is?" "Yes, that sounds about right." "Is that his size when flaccid or erect," I then asked? "What do you mean, Doctor?" "A man's penis is flaccid, er... soft, most of the time. It becomes erect sometime before the planned sex act after suitable sexual stimulation, either physical or mental. Is your husband's penis the size you described just before he inserts it into you?" "Yes, that's it. I don't think I have ever seen it when it is flaccid, Doctor." "I see. Do the two of you ever try anal sex?" "Yes! He actually tells me he likes that way better than regular sex. And when he inserts himself into my rectum he often lasts four or five minutes. But it's uncomfortable to me for the most part. I only do it because I know he likes it so much." My suspicions were being confirmed. Her husband was either a queer or a bi-sexual. That he was under-endowed was an understatement of the first order. And I began to see endless possibilities for myself if I handled this situation the right way. I reluctantly stopped feeling her breasts and told her to sit up on the examination table, and then lay down. Once she was in position I gently lifted each of her legs and placed her feet in the stirrups. Then I did some adjusting for greater spread. I wanted plenty of working room for this lady. Finally I secured a pair of padded velcro ankle straps of my own design to insure she could not lift her legs out of the stirrups. Then I went over to my supply cabinet and work table. I picked up a couple of latex gloves and started to put them on. Wait a minute, I thought to myself! What do you think you are doing, you idiot? You have an absolute goddess spread wide on your table and you want to work through rubber? No fucking way, dopey. I dropped the gloves back on the table, picked up the tube of K-Y jelly, and spread a small amount on my thumb and first two fingers. Then I turned around, stepped between her widely spread legs, and bent down for a closer look. She had the most beautiful genitalia I had ever had the pleasure of looking at, I thought to myself. Then I told her what I was going to do. "First I am going to do a general reflex exam. I am going to touch you in various places, and I want you to tell me if you feel anything. And, I want you to tell me what you feel, okay?" "Alright, Doctor. Will it hurt?" "No, Lisa," I reassured her. "Just the opposite. I hope what I do to you will make you feel really special. I am going to try to show you that you are a perfectly normal woman in every way." I began with a light stroke across her clitoris, and her reaction was exactly as I expected it would be. Her entire body jerked, and her toes curled. I flicked it three more times and she moaned. Then I proceeded to carefully push the tiny hood down and fully expose her joy buzzer. Once it was uncovered I began a merciless assault on it with my index finger. Her whole body began to react, twitching and jerking wildly. She began to moan louder. Then she gave out a long series of, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes....." Her head was now rotating from side to side. I could feel her tensing up, and knew her first-ever orgasm was only seconds away. When it hit her, it was like a dam breaking. She arched her back upwards, screaming out her pleasure at the same time. Her hands had gone to her boobs, and she was violently pulling at each of her nipples. Her hips were gyrating wildly under my touches, bouncing up and down rapidly as wave after wave of ecstacy flooded over her. And her entire body was shuddering and twitching. When she had finally quieted down I asked her, "How did that feel, Lisa?" "Oh, Doctor, I have never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life. What did you do to me?" I noticed she was panting and there was a thin sheen of sweat over her body as she answered. "Lisa, I just gave you a clitoral orgasm. And, based on your reaction, I think I can safely say you are a perfectly normal woman. I will know more as the exam continues. And, young lady, I am beginning to think the sexual problem you are having is actually of your husband's making, not yours. I then began to probe the entrance to her vagina. I hadn't gone more than two or three centimeters when I found exactly what I expected to find. Her hymen, perfectly formed and covering approximately half of her vaginal canal, was very conspicuous because of its presence. Her husband, dinky dick, had never been able to break it or even stretch it. His tiny cock, if it managed to enter her at all, made its way through the natural opening in the membrane. And Lisa, sweet Lisa, was still a virgin in every sense of the word except the most technical. It was right about this time that I decided to do something really radical. I wanted to possess this young, beautiful woman. I wanted her to be totally mine in every sense of that word. And a plan began to form in my head. I would need time with her. Lots of it. An entire weekend would do nicely for a starter. But that would come later. Right now I had to capture her. I continued my physical examination of her genital area, intentionally bringing her to mind- blowing orgasms on five more occasions. I even used a slender vibrator inserted into her vagina through the hymenal opening and held firmly against her G-spot (with corresponding clitoral stimulation) to give her an extremely intense vaginal orgasm. She reacted almost violently with that release, lifting her hips off the table a dozen times in three or four seconds as she screamed and continued pulling on her beautifully distended nipples. When she had finally calmed down and regained her composure, I decided to spring my first trap on her. "Lisa, I believe you are completely normal. However, before I can be certain, it will be necessary for me to observe you actually engaged in coitus, the sex act. Now, I have a number of male surrogates that I can contact, and one of them can come in next week to perform with you." Secretly I knew she was now way too excited to wait an hour, much less until next week. "Next week, Doctor? Can't we do it sooner? Like right now? I've never felt like this before, Doctor. Please, isn't there something you can do now?" She was as sexually excited as any woman could get, and she reacted exactly as I secretly hoped she would. "Well, Lisa, I guess I could act as your surrogate this time. If, that is, that is acceptable to you." "You mean you would make love to me, er... have sex with me right now?" "Yes, Lisa, if that is what you want." "Oh, yes, yes, Doctor. Please, have sex with me now. Oh, Please, Please, do it now." Whoa, momma, I thought to myself. This just couldn't get any better. "There's just one minor problem, Lisa. Your hymen is still very much intact. To insure you receive maximum pleasure with a minimum amount of pain or discomfort, it would probably be best if I surgically removed it right now. Is that alright with you?" "Yes, do it now. Will it hurt very much?" "No, it won't hurt at all, and it will only take a couple of minutes to complete. Why don't I give you a few more orgasms so you will actually feel great while I remove it." "Oh, that would be just wonderful, Doctor. Go ahead." I began stimulating her clitoris again as I inserted the vibrator. In just three or four minutes she was once again in sexual heaven. As her orgasm broke I removed the vibrator and turned to my work table. I picked up the tube of desensitizing cream. Next I picked up a scalpel and tore the sanitary wrapping off. Then I selected the appropriate vaginal spreader clamp and grabbed a handful of gauze pads from the appropriate storage bin. With that, I turned back to her and positioned myself between her legs. She was calming down nicely when I used my left hand to spread both her outer and inner vaginal lips and insert the spreader. Once it was in place, I dabbed a little of the cream on my index finger and spread it lightly over her entire hymen and the tissue immediately surrounding it. Once it was in place I wiped the excess cream off my finger and once again began stimulating her. When her second orgasm broke, I had to wait for her to calm back down before I took the scalpel and carefully flicked her hymen at its natural opening. It was unusually thin, and the entire procedure was completed with only two more small, painless cuts with the sharp surgical knife. I then patted up the small amount of blood, removed the spreader clamp, and put all my equipment and the used pads on my work table. Then, after more clitoral stimulation and one more orgasm for this beautiful lady, I announced that I was finished and asked her how she felt? "You're done? Already? I didn't feel any pain at all, Doctor. I thought losing my hymen would be extremely painful, but it wasn't?" "Tender, loving care, my dear," was my softly spoken answer to her. Then I asked her if she still wanted me to be her surrogate sex partner, and she nodded her head vigorously as she smiled beautifully. I unfastened her ankles and assisted her off the table. Once she was standing, I placed my arms around her and kissed her deeply. She was surprised at first, but quickly returned my kiss with more passion than I ever expected. Then I noticed a look of what might be doubt in her eyes. "What's wrong, Lisa," I asked her? "Doctor, will this sex be like cheating on my husband? I've never cheated on him, and if it is...." "No, Lisa," I quickly interrupted. "This is not cheating by any stretch of the imagination. You will have nothing whatsoever to feel guilty about. This is therapy. Important therapy that will help you to understand that you are a perfectly normal woman in every possible way." Sure it was a lie, but a very professional lie, I admitted silently to myself. Then I began to think about the future, and acted quickly. "Of course it will be necessary for you to have a number of other sessions. You can, of course, be with another surrogate. Or, for continuity, I will continue to be your surrogate during your therapy, if that is your desire. We will only do whatever you feel comfortable with, my dear." "Oh, that's wonderful, Doctor. Where do we have to go to have sex?" "Right through this door, Lisa." With that I put my arm around her naked waist and led her into another room that was furnished like any typical bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed. We both turned down the covers. Then I removed my clothes as she got in and scooted over to the middle towards me. Once I was naked I joined her in the bed, wondering to myself what I could have possibly done to be this lucky.