Dr Ann

Just past midnight at Middleton Hospital finds Dr. Possible sitting in her office catching up on some paperwork. It's been a rather busy day...four surgeries, three assists, and a like number of consultations. Ann can barely keep her eyes open, having wanted to leave for home hours and hours ago.

A quick check of her email and Ann closes her laptop...she's had enough for one day. Grabbing her coat and turning off the lights, she makes her way through the warren of hallways, saying her goodbyes to the passing staff as she goes. Cutting through the Emergency Room, if anything to avoid talking to the annoying receptionist in the lobby...the one who stares at her breasts the entire time they're speaking...she can see the lights of the parking lot glistening off freshly fallen snow at the end of the hallway.

Just as she reaches out to hit the door release button and freedom, there's a voice from behind her. It's one of the ER charge nurses, sounding rather flustered.

Nurse: Dr. Possible, I know you're on your way out, but can you please help me?

Ann: Of course, Nurse. What's the problem?

Nurse: I've... I've got this patient who absolutely refuses to tell me what the problem is. He's not, like, combative or anything, but it took no small amount of persuasion just to get him to change into a gown. He insists on speaking with a doctor first due to the personal nature of their issue.

Ann: And, let me guess... Dr. Adams is nowhere to be found.

Nurse: You mean, Dr. "Coffee Break"...who's probably found an empty room and is sleeping his shift away?

Ann: The same. (rolls her eyes in disgust) Alright, let's see this patient of yours and have one of the interns go look for our wayward doctor.

Grabbing the patient's chart as she passes the charge nurse's desk, Ann opens the aluminum flip folder. There's not much there...just the patient's name and vital signs, with only a vague notation of 'lower abdominal swelling' listed as the chief complaint. The only thing noteworthy on the chart is the patient's blood pressure...which is through the roof.

Unlatching the door and stepping in, she's met with a younger man, his back turned to her as he sits on the edge of the bed. Without even seeing his face, she can already tell that he practically lives at the gym, his trapezoid muscles bulging out of the collar of the unflattering hospital gown. A little smile escapes her...his cute, dimpled butt cheeks visible through the back of the loosely tied gown. Closing the heavy door behind her, she puts on her best bedside manner.

Ann: Hello, I'm Dr. Possible. What seems to be troubling you, Mr....?

Patient: Are you really a doctor? I'm not showing this to some random intern or physician assistant.

Ann: That's what the diploma on my wall says. I can assure you, whatever issue you may have, it will be kept in the strictest confidentiality.

The patient turns to look her over, squinting his eyes to look at the identification badge clipped to her lab coat, then gives her a slightly embarrassed smile. Her second observation...he's cute. Like, sculpted underwear model cute.

Ann: So, let's see what...

As soon he turns and swings his legs over the end of the bed, Ann instantly sees what the issue is. His manhood, easily the length and breadth of her forearm, sticks up straight as an arrow beneath the loose gown. The doctor tries not to stare, her eyelids fluttering as she grabs the hem of his gown and flips it over the behemoth. Embarrassed or not, the young man can see that he's made quite an impression on the middle-aged and, quite frankly, hot-looking doctor.

Ann: That... (clears her throat) That would be an issue. So, how long has it...?

Ann gestures at his shaft with an upturned hand, raising an inquisitive eyebrow while trying to...and failing to...maintain a professional demeanor. The young man smirks, completing her sentence.

Patient: Been like this? About five hours.

Ann: I see. So... I'm going to ask you some questions of a sexual nature. Have you recently taken any 'male enhancement medications' and, if so, did you have sex immediately thereafter?

Patient: I usually pop a couple of Sildenafil (the generic version of Viagra) right before my girlfriend and I have sex, but it always goes away in a coupla hours. This time, however, I'm all worked up and ready to go and she gets a phone call. She rushes out the door, leaving me with...

The would-be underwear model purses his lips, theatrically widening both eyes as he gestures at his unit with an upturned palm.

Patient: And to be quite honest, I think she's cheating on me. She's an accountant. What sort of 'accounting emergency' could she possibly have to rush off and...

Ann smiles, watching as he repeats the same facial expression and hand gesture as before.

Ann: A really big one?

Ann cocks her head to the side, realizing what she'd just said, her eyes narrowing as she gives him a half-smirk. The young man looks at her quizzically...he can't quite figure out if this doctor is just awkwardly embarrassed by the situation, flirting with him, or both.

Ann: Ummm... No pun intended.

Patient: (thinking) Definitely both.

The young man's eyes widen suddenly, watching as the redhead reaches out, grasping the base of his shaft. Ann looks him in the eye to gauge his reaction, his eyes now doing the fluttering. Gently squeezing his girth with one hand, much like one would do with a rubber ball while donating blood, she squeezes the head of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger. The patient's eyes cross slightly, his entire body tensing in a sudden shiver.

Ann: So, what I'm doing here is testing you for 'priapism'. A rigid penile shaft, but a soft glans...the tip of the penis...would indicate an 'ischemic priapism'. Essentially it means that your penis is starving for oxygen...which would be a medical emergency. Usually, it's extremely painful...which, in this case, it clearly is not. You, however, have both a rigid shaft and tip. That would be indicative of...

The patient stares on, now slightly terrified by all of the medical jargon. Ann, her eyes narrowing as she runs a manicured fingernail down the underside of his shaft, she gives him a sultry smile.

Ann: ...needing a good release.

The would-be model stares at her, at first not quite comprehending where the good-looking doctor is going with this. He watches as the tall redhead releases his shaft and begins to unbutton her lab coat, taking her stethoscope from around her neck and setting it aside. As soon as she unbuckles her belt and sets it aside, her intention becomes abundantly clear to him.

Ann: So, I can either step out and let you 'take care of this' -or- we can 'take care of this'.

Ann has no intentions of stepping outside. Tired or not, there is no way she is going to let an erection of that magnitude go to waste. Deciding for him, she steps back, reaches behind her, and locks the examination room door. Flipping a red-colored switch next to the normal light switch, a sign eliminates outside the door...'Do not enter - Examination in Progress'.

Making a point of not letting her clothes touch the linoleum floor, Ann slips her lab coat off her shoulders and lays it across a nearby chair. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps her skirt, running the zipper down as she watches the young man follows suit, fumbling to untie his gown. Leaning over and stepping out of the skirt reveals a tiny g-sting, not quite large enough to cover her nethers, the peak of her clitoral hood peeking over the minuscule fabric patch.

Pulling her shirt up and over her head, she's met with six-pack abs and sculpted pectoral muscles. Underwear model, indeed...Ann gives him a truly pleasure-seeking grin as she steps toward the bed. Stomping down on a foot pedal the head of the bed begins to rise, the young man laying back against it when it comes to full height, the position making his jutting manhood all the more prominent.

Flipping her heels to either side with a clatter, Ann climbs onto the foot of the bed. Leaving her bra on, her mountainous e-cups practically spilling out as she leans over, the three-time mom shuffles up the bed on her hands and knees. Pausing only to grasp the hulk's shaft, Ann pulls her barely-there g-string aside...her labia already dripping with anticipation.

She has to have it, all of it, inside her, right now! A wavering squeal escapes her, eyes clamped shut, Ann pushes down the entirety of his girth. The young man looks on in awe, his eyelids flickering as he grabs a hold of the redhead's shapely hips. This isn't one of the skinny, little gym-bimbos he's used to...none of them have ever taken his entire length. This is a naturally fit, perfectly proportioned woman...her labia now resting against his pubic bone.

Her eyes barely open, Ann slowly grinds her bald mound against him, feeling every inch of his bulk inside her. Every hollow and void pressed flat...if she cared to look, she'd see the noticeable protrusion in her belly, moving in time with her gyrations.

Ann: (thinking) Holy shit! H'oh my fucking gawd.  Alright. C'mon, now. You're a doctor...  T-trr-treat your patient?

Admiring the piece of beefcake below her, Ann bites her lower lip, watching as the young man writhes and contorts.  Back and forth, then in slow circles, she can already feel the young man begin to twitch inside her.

Ann: D-don't fight it.  J-just let Doctor Ann d-do all the w-work.

Her patient says nothing, vaguely nodding his head in acknowledgement, his eyes rolling back into his head.  Grabbing his shoulders, Ann raises her hips, arching her back slightly. Up and down his shaft, only an inch or so at first, bouncing her mound against his pubic bone.  A little further up, thrusting her hips forward on the down stroke, tendrils of her juices clinging to him on the up stroke.

Minutes later and she's riding up and down the entirety of shaft, only the thick head of his seemingly mile-long shaft remaining inside her.  Her bra can only contain so much, her huge breasts bouncing and heaving, finally spilling over the lacy-fringed undergarment.  The mature...and amazingly tight for her age...woman bouncing on his manhood, her giant boobs mere inches from his face...  Its just too much.

The head of his behemoth making an appearance on the up stoke, Ann tightens herself around him for one final plunge.  Just as she reaches the base, the young man digs his fingernails into hips, his entire body tensing.  Suddenly wide-eyed, he cries out, Ann quickly placing her hand over his mouth.  Throbbing and spasming, he bucks his hips upwards for a solid minute...what seems like gallons of fluid filling her already overburdened womb.

His shuddering tapering off, Ann removes her hand from his mouth.  Flushed and panting, she can feel the monster inside her begin to relax, growing softer.  Smiling down at her patient, the doctor watches as his eyes grow heavy, his energy completely spent.

Ann: Hmmm...  I think the procedure was a complete success.

Ann climbs off her patient, clumsily cupping her had over her sticky, swollen mound as not to drench them both in his leavings.  Off the bed and quickly into the attached bathroom...somehow managing to not leave a trail the entire way...she freshens herself up.  Reemerges several minutes later, gathering up her various garments spread around the room, the doctor dresses herself as she talks.

Ann: I'm going to recommend that you be admitted for at least twenty-four hours for some...  (smiles at him, not-so-demurely) ...'continued treatment'.  You know, just to be on the safe side.  A nice, private room upstairs.  I'll come by and check on you...regularly.

Original Art by Predaking29

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2