Side Effects May Include . . . 7 (Patreon)

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“Betty Cooper?”

“That's me . . .”

“Dr. Khatri will see you now, right this way.”

Betty stood up and followed the nurse into a small examination room down the hall. She'd made the doctor's appointment the day her new growth had developed and was only now about to finally get some answers regarding it. Sitting down and thanking the nurse she waited patiently for her physician to arrive. In barely a minute Dr. Khatri was opening the door and greeting Betty with a warm smile. Ax expected given her name her skin was a beautiful, dusky shade of brown and her shimmering black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Striking, almond shaped green eyes sat above a small nose and appealingly full, pouty lips. Her white labcoat was pulled over an emerald green blouse and light brown pencil skirt with a pair of heels rounding out the ensemble. Her noticeable baby bump looked to be surprisingly far along, probably around six or seven months if Betty had to guess. Her focus was quickly pulled back to her face as Dr. Khatri shut the door and looked up from the chart in her hands.

“Another case of spontaneous genital growth?” She asked.

“Y-yes! How'd you know?”

“At least a dozen other women have come into the clinic over the past month with the same issue. You took Abetrol right?”

“Yes! It was supposed to make my cramps go away!”

“In a sense it did the job,” Dr. Khatri chuckled, “I imagine it's been quite troublesome?”

“You have no idea! It's a nightmare!”

“That's the impression I've been getting. Well let's not waste anymore time. Lift up your dress so I can inspect it myself please.”

Betty swallowed nervously and nodded, “All right . . .” She lifted her skirt and untied the ribbon securing her rigid cock to her thigh. It instantly sprang to full attention in the open air and she sheepishly asked, “So this is a common thing?”

“Oh yes!” Dr. Khatri assured her, “I'm surprised you haven't heard about it already. It's turned into quite the scandal recently.”

“I-I guess I should watch the news more . . .”

“In this case it might help.”

Dr. Khatri knelt down and stared intently at Betty's throbbing member. She grabbed the tip with one gloved hand and lifted it higher, seemingly inspecting the underside. Her other hand occasionally poked and prodded the length of her dick. Her attention slowly drifted lower until her rubber coated fingers were softly cupping Betty's sack. She felt each testicle individually for several seconds while the beleaguered young woman could only try her best not to enjoy the pleasure too much. Even under such non sexual circumstances her body was still ready to blow. And the last thing she wanted was to accidentally cum all over her doctor's face. No matter how cute she was or enticing the prospect might be. Shaking her head as much as she could without giving her waning control away Betty closed her eyes and took long, steady breaths. As best she was able.

“Hmmm . . . well it seems to be a similar case to all the others. Your penis appears to be more sensitive than most.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. The other women didn't produce nearly as much fluid.”

Gasping and looking down Betty saw all the precum that had seeped from her tip and her pale cheeks flushed red, “I'm so sorry!”

“It's fine,” Dr. Khatir smiled, “I know what to expect with this sort of thing. But we will have to reduce the swelling if you want me to give it a full examination.”

“Oh . . . okay . . . s-should I go to the bathroom or something?”

“No need. I can take care of it right here.”

“W-what?”

“I have something for this very thing.” Dr. Khatri explained, “It's much faster and it gives me an opportunity to more closely study your new bodily functions.”

“I-if you think that's necessary . . .”

“I do. Have a seat.” 

While Betty sat down and nervously fidgeted on the papery material covering her padded seat Dr. Khatri moved to the large array of cabinets across the room. She opened two different drawers and pulled out a long white tube and a bottle of clear liquid. One end of the cylinder was about as big as Betty's fist that gradually tapered off until it was smaller around than one of her wrists. The doctor popped off the lids of her retrieved items prompting her patient to let out a soft gasp. Inside the larger tube was a fleshy pick mold of what appeared to be some sort of vagina. Dr. Khatri poured some of the clear, gooey liquid into the hole before handing the bottle to Betty with a smile.

“Here, I'll let you lubricate yourself.”

“Oh my . . .”

Taking the bottle and staring at it in disbelief Betty silently wondered if the rest of her life was going to be made up of unbelieveable situations. But even as she debated simply getting up and leaving her cock surged with power at the prospect of being inside something. Her hands moved before she had a chance to think about it and a line of slightly cold lube was drizzled along her dick. The feel of it made her shiver and momentarily caused her member to shrink. It perked right back up again as soon as her fingers touched the shaft to rub it across her skin. Precum beaded on the tip and she couldn't help but start stroking with both hands. Betty told herself it was to make sure the lube was evenly applied. Her justification grew more flimsy by the moment. Particularly when she looked up to see her gorgeous, pregnant doctor standing less than a foot away with an enticing rubber pussy in her hand. She was smiling and clearly trying not to watch her obviously masturbate, a feat she managed to pull of with admirable success.

“That should be enough Mrs. Cooper.” Dr. Khatri said after roughly thirty seconds, “Allow me to continue.”

“All right,”

Betty tried her best to not look nervous or excited as Dr. Khatri grabbed the base of her cock and pointed it straigh up. She inhaled sharply as the unexpectedly soft lips of the pocket pussy touched her tip. Closing her eyes to avoid further making an ass out of herself she tilted her head and breathed as evenly as she could. The outermost edges of the rubber cunt stretched around her swollen member with remarkable ease. It was clear the doctor knew what she'd be dealing with and had bought something capable of handling the kind of tremendous growth Betty had found herself with. Her mind raced through a dozen different thoughts as the head of her prick was swallowed by the fleshlight. An instant rush of guilty pleasure flooded her body, followed by the smallest of reminders from her brain that pleasure was, in fact, the entire point of the exercise. Despite that notion she couldn't help regretting the small whimper that escaped her lips. Every inch of her as of yet unattended dick ached to be inside the toy. Or better yet to be inside Dr. Khatri. She tried to shake those thoughts from her head but only succeeded in conjuring up new, even dirtier ones. Her mind filled with the mental image of her pretty Indian doctor doing this very same thing with others like her. The idea that other cocks had fucked the soft, rippled sleeve slowly drifting down her shaft was strangely arousing. The ever growing naughty part of her quietly wondered if it had been cleaned since the last person used it.

As the pleasure continued to mount Betty couldn't stop herself from opening her eyes to watched the show firsthand. When she did a genuine gasp of surprise burst from her lips. The fleshlight was more than two thirds of the way down her member and showed no signs of slowing. It was incredibly tight and the heat from her twitching member had warmed the sleeve enough to make it feel surprisingly lifelike. Dr. Khatri was smiling at her with a look that both reassured her normal, timid self and turned on the slutty, sex driven side of her. It was a look that said she knew how much Betty was enjoying herself and that certainly wasn't an unpleasant thing to think about for her. When the puffy outer edge of the sex toy finally came to stop against her hips they both paused to look at the impressive sight. The seams of the fleshlight were almost bursting from the size of Betty's cock and it's wild throbbing made the plastic tube creak and strain with effort. But still her physician had managed to fit the entirety of her dick inside it without any trouble at all. Betty shivered a little as she thought about what was surely coming next. Dr. Khatri looked at her and nodded, her grip around the middle of the pocket pussy noticeably tightening.

With a firm hold still on Betty's member Dr. Khatri slid the fleshlight back up her patient's shaft, purposefully going a little faster with every sticky inch that emerged. By the time she reached the peak and stopped Betty was practically drooling from the sensations. Part of her wished her companion would release her cock and start teasing her ass a little. Maybe use the prostate her boss had been kind enough to tease the other day. She had to remind herself that Dr. Khatri wasn't trying to get her off like that. At least that was what she assumed. The coy little grin spread across her cocoa brown face certainly told a different story. As did the almost teasing manner in which she pushed the toy back down onto her prick. It was simultaneously slow enough to make her quiver and fast enough to make her wish for respite. The combination of conflicting feelings made her fuzzy head even more cloudy and confused.  Yet no matter how slow she seemed to go the speed always increased at an almost expert rate. If it hadn't already been made clear by her reactions, proposition, and the equipment she'd brought to bear Betty would have know for sure Dr. Khatri was no stranger to jerking off other women by that point. She let the ecstasy wash over her like it always did and hoped it would last forever. But not so long that she'd be keeping her doctor from anyone who really needed her!

“Oh god . . . oh God . . . oh God!” Betty squealed, everything suddenly coming to a head after only a few minutes.

Still trying to keep her voice down even in the midst of her welling climax she fell back against her seat in a heap of trembling pleasure. Her hips bucked against Dr. Khatri's hand almost as fast as her doctor moved the fleshlight. Gooey slaps and her own breathless moans filled the room, undoubtedly spilling into the hallway and the rest of the small clinic as well. Betty tried not to think about what everyone else must be picturing but of course the ideas merely served to stoke her libido almost as much as the rubber pussy wrapped around her shaft. After several minutes perched on the edge of a climax her deep seated sense of shame could hold out no longer. She let out a climactic cry that could be heard on the street outside. Everything save the back of her head and elbows arched, shoving her dick balls deep into the fleshlight while her sack tightened. A flood of cum rushed into the already cramped space. It filled every last nook and cranny within the sex toy in the first spurt. With the second a torrent of ropey spunk exploded out of both ends so fast neither woman had a chance to react before another load added to the mess. Semen spilled out of the once tight seal at the top while a veritable tsunami poured out of the intended entrance and all over Betty's quivering body. Jet after creamy jet burst from her cock and was quickly forced right back out of the fake cunt. By the time she was finished most of her lower half was splattered with enough jizz to completely fill the fleshlight by itself. Dr. Khatri's sleeve and hand were similarly soaked in the potent fluid, little drops even dotting her slightly flushed cheeks. 

She didn't bother to wipe them away as she slowly lifted the gaping silicon vagina off Betty's freshly softening dick. “Excellent, feeling better?”

“Mmhmmm!”

“Good!” She removed her cum stained gloves and retrieved another pair, but not before setting the fleshlight in the sink and putting the lube away. As the rubbed snapped back around her wrists she approached Betty once more and lifted her softening cock, “Now we can do a proper examination.”

“T-thank you doctor . . .” Betty panted. “I'm sorry about the mess . . .”

“It comes with the territory. And it was my pleasure Mrs. Cooper.”