Too Big for Comfort

He was in for a full physical. He couldn't help but imagine her inspecting his unnaturally large testicles, something he was quite embarrassed about. Feeling the stirrings of an erection, he scolded himself for thinking of the doctor in such an inappropriate manner.

His thoughts were cut short as the receptionist called his name... "This way Mr. Johnson," the plain looking nurse said to him, and led the way to the examination room. He sat and waited for the Doctor. Again he felt a stirring in his loins, catching himself fantasizing again.

Suddenly she entered. Dr. Vice was a slim woman of about 30, dark brown hair and beautiful, almost feline eyes. She wore designer glasses, giving her a prim, professional look. Her white coat didn't hide the large breasts beneath her blouse very well - and those top two buttons! He was no longer in control of his cock as it continued to erect.

"Now Mr. Johnson," she softly said, "what seems to be your problem?"

"I, I, seem to, to...." he stammered, trying to find the right words, embarrassed with his own lack of control. She easily saw the growing bulge in his pants. She smiled kindly: "You know Mr. Johnson, there's no need to be embarrassed," she said, motioning for him to stand. "I've seen several men with a similar condition as yours...." He blushed deeply as he stood, clearly revealing the very large bulge in his pants.

"You appear to be unable to control yourself Mr. Johnson." She motioned him over to the counter where he saw a piece of paper and pen. "I've found this to be a common problem with men who are here for a physical. Usually female doctors will reschedule a patient who displays a lack of control such as yourself," there was no mistake about what she meant - she was looking directly at the huge bulge between his legs "so I've developed a unique procedure which makes things easier for everyone."

Her heels clicked cleanly on the tiled floor, walking the short distance to the counter. "You'll need to sign a consent form before I proceed." She handed him the pen. "Just read it over and sign on the dotted line." She smiled warmly. He began looking over the from, reading something about "research subject" and "male specimen" but suddenly lost interest.

Dr. Vice was taking off her lab coat. She acted like she didn't notice him gawking at her enormous breasts, straining against the flimsy material of her blouse. He caught a glimpse of a delicate-looking lace bra which supported her unbelievable breasts before she turned around to ready some equipment. God that ass! Her tight skirt was so short it came half-way up her thigh. Without reading, he quickly signed the form, not wanting to miss any of the show.

She finished preparing something over by a thick steel pole which connected to both the floor and ceiling. An odd leather pad was secured to it at about waist height. "This equipment is necessary for the procedure Mr. Johnson, as detailed in the form." This was her test, to see if her patient had read the form. It said nothing about the equipment she had ready. "Of course Dr. Vice." She smirked as he walked over, noticing knowingly eying his straining package.

Standing in front of the pole, the doctor said: "Alright Mr. Johnson, face me and put your waist on the pad." She sat in a small chair, prim and straight, thrusting her breasts out in front of her. "Hands behind your back." She wheeled her chair behind him. As he reached backward, he felt her soft hands take one of his wrists. "Don't be alarmed Mr. Johnson. All my subjects need to be restrained for this procedure." He remained calm as she fastened both his wrists behind the pole with Velcro straps. In doing so his back was pulled snugly to the pole, causing the hip-height pad to thrust his hips forward. He was getting a little nervous with his large package thrusting out before him, hands restrained tightly behind his back.

He heard the wheels on the doctor's chair as she wheeled out in front of him. "Now lets have a look at what's causing you all this grief." Confused, Mr. Johnson said nothing. She reached for his pants and started undoing his belt. He squirmed uncomfortably, unable to control his embarrassing state of arousal, stammering an explanation: "I'm sorry Dr. Vice…" she finished with his belt, "I just cannot help myself." She had finished with the button on his pants and was tugging his zipper down. "That's perfectly fine Mr. Johnson, nothing to be embarrassed about." As she unzipped him, he felt relief as his pants relented their confining hold, allowing his underwear to stretch tight and outward with his hardening cock.

She looked approvingly at his straining package. His penis looked huge and she hadn't even seen the biggest bulge yet - the fist-sized lump beneath. "There we are, all the way off down…" she murmured as she eased his pants down to his knees.

Her legs crossed professionally on the chair, she gazed approvingly at the straining underside of his underwear. The inseam of his underwear strained a good inch away from his legs, pulled down and out by his bull-sized nuts. Mr. Johnson "felt" felt her size him up but could do nothing about it. He didn't even try to struggle.

She looked up at Mr. Johnson, her enormous breasts thrusting close to his unbridled package. "You will make a nice specimen Mr. Johnson. Lets get a closer look." Hooking her thumbs into the sides of his underwear, she pulled up and out, allowing his penis to thrust out. He groaned. Dr. Vice said nothing, clinically observing as his cock continued to erect. In a quiet voice she said: "Just let it happen…"

It took about 10 seconds for him to fully erect to his monstrous 13 inches, where it started to pulse stiffly. "Is he all done?" the doctor asked nicely, still pulling upwards on his underwear. "I'm so sorry doctor -" he said, utterly humiliated. "Shhhh, nonsense Mr. Johnson. You're here for an examination and treatment." She released her pull on his underwear a little, just to pull up again gently, and again, and again - his testicles ached with the motion.

"Let's have a look at these heavy testicles…" She gently pulled his underwear down to his knees where she left them bunched with his pants. Mr. Johnson slowly exhaled, getting accustomed to the feel of gravity steadily pulling his balls to the floor. His groin area was completely shaved, except for a sexy tuft of hair just above his straining root. He had done this shave job, admittedly, to impress the doctor but he hadn't imagined she would display him this openly.

Dr. Vice's meticulously manicured hands reached underneath to gently cup his large testes. "What a lovely set Mr. Johnson." He remained motionless. "These will make a nice specimen." She squeezed gently. "Did you remove your hair for this examination today Mr. Johnson?" His eyes darted about, avoiding her knowing eye contact. "I thought it might help…" She smiled; "though it isn't necessary, I do enjoy the feel of a smooth sack."

She continued by rolling his nuts in the palms of her hands, each one filling her palms easily. "Your testicles are quite large Mr. Johnson. As I said they will be perfect for the procedure." He was getting a little anxious about this procedure, chiding himself for not having read the form. His relaxed state was cut short as she released his balls to hang freely.

She smiled warmly: "Don't go anywhere Mr. Johnson." She stood and walked over to a trolley covered in a white sheet. The sexy click of her high heels accentuating the feminine motion of her sexy ass in that tight, short shirt. Wheeling it back to Mr. Johnson, she once again took a seat, her breasts hardly moving with the motion, indicating a very firm bust. He just couldn't look away. Her cleavage was incredible. Had she undone another button? He could now make out the beginnings of black lace on the top insides of her bra. Also, something he hadn't seen before, a thin, gold necklace cascaded down her silky neck. Looking back at her eyes, he froze, realizing that she had been watching him stare.

Saying nothing, she reached beneath his hanging balls on the inside of his thigh. "I cannot have you moving about during the procedure - the measurements need to be precise." With that, she wrapped the wide strap around his thigh, threaded it through a steel eyepiece on the pole, and pulled it tight. Still embarrassed about being busted while staring at her incredible cleavage, he didn't even notice how immobile his leg suddenly. "Too tight?" she asked. "No, just fine…" he managed to breath. She repeated the procedure on his other leg. These final straps left him fully restrained, leaving his legs comfortably separated and his hips thrusting forward by the leather hip-pad. Again, Dr. Vice smiled warmly, not phased in the least by the obscene display of his monster cock and shaved balls.

She turned and pulled off the sheet from the trolley. On the top shelf appeared to be a battery operated contraption - a good sized metal box. It had lights and dials and a clear plastic tube trailing to the shelf below, ending in a steel valve. Beside the machine was a small syringe filled with a clear liquid. She took it with her small hands and turned to face him.

"Mr. Johnson, this is a normal part of the procedure. It will help you relax." He still felt so guilty for looking at her breasts that he felt he owed her something. Being aroused as he was, his 13 inch cock pulsing in mid-air in front of the sexiest women he had ever seen who was about perform some sort of procedure on him, he hardly noticed her gently prick him in his left butt cheek and inject the fluid. "There we are…" she said with a relaxing demeanor, pulling the needle from his bum and discarding the needle.

Sure enough, within moments he felt his immediate nervous discomfort melt away, leaving him quite relaxed. Strangely, he noted, his penis remained hard as rock, pulsing with a life of it's own. God he was horny!

He noticed her watching him with that warm, gentle smile. "Do you find my breasts arousing Mr. Johnson?" she asked point-blank. Stunned, but strangely relaxed, he just nodded. "That's perfectly natural for a man like you. My other subjects exhibited much the same behavior." The doctor opened a drawer below, revealing over a dozen clear tubes. The smallest one was about 6 inches in length and an inch in diameter. Each of the larger sizes appeared to be larger than the former by about half an inch.

Taking a small leather strap from the side of the drawer, she turned back to his rampant display. "I'll just use this leather cuff to package your testicles nicely for their measurement." Using her left hand, she formed a noose with her thumb and forefinger around the "neck" of his scrotum. Pulling down gently, she caused his large package to bulge beneath her soft, delicate hand. "There, nice and snug for the cuff." Placing the leather strap around the stretched "neck" of skin, she slid it down to press against the fingers of her other hand before buttoning it securely in place. Mr. Johnson was relieved that it wasn't tight enough to cause discomfort, just a heightened sense of pressure. Releasing her noosing fingers, she gave his restrained sack 3 or 4 comforting pats. "There, a nice tight package ready for measurement."

In no apparent rush, she reached for her delicate necklace, unfastening it in a practiced, relaxed fashion. Releasing the clasp behind her neck, one end of it fell loose, tumbling deeper into the jutting valley between her bra-framed cleavage. She gently pulled it out, producing the delicate gold chain. The part she held ended in a smooth gold loop. At regular increments along the fine gold chain were equally fine black beads. "I've measured many packaged testicles with this necklace Mr. Johnson. It's quite expensive. The little black beads are spaced exactly one inch apart." He watched as the doctor placed the chain behind his bulging sack, right by the leather strap, and proceeded to thread the length of chain through the gold loop at the end. After it rested loosely about the top of straining package, she placed her left hand under his balls and supported their weight.

"Any discomfort Mr. Johnson?" she inquired calmly. Seeing the delicate, feminine "necklace" looped lazily about his cuffed balls aroused him further. "Just fine doctor." he replied. Letting some slack in to the chain, the pretty gold necklace slid down, expanding to accommodate the circumference of his nuts. Again, with a practice motion, just as the gold chain fell about Mr. Johnson's outermost testicle bulge, she cinched it snug.

"You certainly have a large set of testicles Mr. Johnson. My necklace measures 14.5 inches - my largest testicles so far. Can you please tell me when it was that you last ejaculated?" Normally he would have been mortified at such a question from a female doctor but, strangely enough, he answered without hesitation. "9 days ago." Pulling up on the end of the necklace, she cinched it around at cuff-level again, letting the loose chain naturally come to rest between the rounded cleft marking where one testicle met the other. "I'm sure you have a large amount of sperm to discharge then Mr. Johnson." His eyes widened. What was she planning to do? Was this also part of the document he signed?

She now held the largest of the clear cylinders in her hand. "An integral part of the research is to determine how large the subject's testicles really are." The feeling was exquisite as Dr. Vice effortlessly slid the pre-lubed cylinder over his rampantly erect penis. It was so arousing, yet strangely relaxing, the velvety smooth sensation stopping when the cylinder came to rest at the root of his erection. "And, through research, I've decided that the best way to determine that is to milk all that pent-up sperm out through your penis."

There was still a good inch of cylinder extending beyond the tip of penis. She explained: "This size will be perfect for your penis as it will allow me an unrestrained view of your penis during ejaculation." His revealed a hint of humiliation. "Mr. Johnson, this part of the procedure is not intended to be humiliating, more a measure of practicality. This little "window" at the top of the cylinder is designed to easily let me see when you have finished spurting." Letting his penis stand freely, she used both hands to gently lift his parceled balls. "It's very important to get all the sperm out. These wonderful balls will be much easier to preserve after they've been fully drained.

It took a good 3 seconds for what Dr. Vice had just said to sink in. As politely as possible (must have been the drug), Mr. Johnson asked: "What do you mean 'preserve' my testicles?"

Rather kindly the doctor replied: "My research includes removing the testicles of very well endowed men. These specimens are ideal for further research to help synthesize a drug to increase sperm quantity and mobility in men who donate sperm. Ultimately this drug will be marked to couples who would like to conceive within a relatively short time-frame."

Mr. Johnson gulped, suddenly aware of his restraints but curiously unmotivated to panic. "Don't worry, it'll be completely painless." Releasing his testicles, she watched them hang in their obscene package as if for the first time. "And besides, testicles of that size are better suited to a bull."

She wore an expression of sympathy as she reached for the plastic tube, brought it to the cylinder's tip, and began threading it into place. "Your penis is about to have it's first, and last, experience with The Milker. It's a machine developed for use in the sperm clinics. It's designed to have the subject ejaculating in under one minute, minimizing a potentially humiliating experience."

Satisfied that the tube was surely fastened, the doctor turned sideways and put her finger on a button. "When I flick this switch your penis will experience what is designed to simulate the best intercourse of your life. Feel free to imagine anything that helps you ejaculate quickly. I will also be massaging your large testicles to help you along." With that, Dr. Vice flicked the switch.

He felt nothing at first, but heard a hum. The machine was building up its suction. It began almost unnoticeably, very softly sucking with a carefully timed rhythm. Looking down, he saw the doctor smiling disarmingly, reaching for his helpless testicle parcel. Grasping it softly, she delicately squeezed his balls, one in each beautiful hand, her sexy gold chain still resting between them. The machine became insistent. Pulsing, sucking, deliberately pulling at his deepest animal instincts. Yet there was no noise. Just the soft hum of the machine and the doctor's sympathetic voice. He looked down to better understand what she was saying.

With that beautiful, understanding smile, she said: "Mr. Johnson, don't be shy to look at my breasts if it will help you ejaculate quickly. Would you like me to undo another button?" He just groaned, feeling her release his balls. He watched as she deftly undid another button, revealing the generous swell of her abundant cleavage. The intricate lacy patter of her encasing bra had him mesmerized. "I don't mind men looking at my big breasts, but, even though this will be your last ejaculation, showing you more would just be inappropriate."

He felt the beginning stirrings of his approaching orgasm. He felt her noose the fingers of one hand around the leather cuff again and her other began to gently pat the underside of his full, tightening balls. "There we are Mr. Johnson, I can feel your nuts tightening. It won't be long now…" She continued to sympathetically pat his bloated balls. The machine continued with its rhythmic suckling, pulling him closer and closer. Mr. Johnson's eyes darted between the doctor's incredibly sexy breasts, her bra and the smooth, deep cleavage it created, and the delicate gold chain dangling amidst her patting hand.

He was beyond the point of control. She felt his testes drawing up, tightening further. She released her noose-hold on his balls only to resume her gentle squeeze-massage. "I'll just squeeze your balls rhythmically to help drain them faster." He continued to stare at her massive breasts and comforting smile. After 2 or 3 squeezes, he gushed into the clear receptacle. "There you are, just let the machine milk you." He gushed and gushed, filling the inch receptacle over and over, but with each spurt, the machine efficiently whisked his cum away in the clear tube. He heard the doctor giggle. "Oh my, what a load!" She continued her rhythmic squeezing, helping his sperm out quickly. The machine continued for what must have been a full minute of ejaculating, spurting sperm, carefully observed and encouraged by the doctor.

When he finally stopped spurting, the doctor looked up at a thoroughly exhausted man. "Are we all finished Mr. Johnson?" she inquired, continuing with a prolonged squeeze. Between the insistent machine milking, he wheezed: "I think you got it all." She released his balls, regained her noose-like clasp of his testicles with one had while the other turned off the machine.

"Mr. Johnson, you certainly had a large discharge. We're just fortunate The Milker did such a good job of getting you all in one place. You would have certainly made a big mess with these!" More sympathetic pats, being especially careful now knowing that testicles were more sensitive directly after ejaculation.

In a post-orgasm haze he watched as Dr. Vice injected him with another small syringe, putting the needle in just beneath the leather testicle cuff. Like she said, he hardly felt it. "I'll show you the jar I'll be putting your testicles into in a few minutes."

As the doctor turned to open another drawer on her trolley, Mr. Johnson felt what must have been his earlier injection wearing off. Horrible thoughts were entering his mind, starting to realize for the first time what was about to happen. Turning back, again putting her incredible cleavage on display, she smiled warmly as she presented a large, clear beaker. It had two white label sections on it, titled:

"Testicle girth, before ejaculation: ______________________"

"Testicle girth, after ejaculation: ______________________"

"I think your testicles will fit this jar well." Mr. Johnson began testing his restraints. "Mr. Johnson, I promised you it wouldn't hurt." She was smiling knowingly now, putting down the jar after having recorded 14.5 on the first line. She began massaging his testicles again. Mr. Johnson appeared confused. "I don't feel anything doctor…" She continued massaging his balls. "The anesthetic has taken affect. It is time." He felt himself distracted by her sexy breasts. "That's it Mr. Johnson, keep watching. I'll just take your finial measurement…" Regaining her noose-hold on his scrotal "neck", she scooted the hanging "necklace" down his testicles again before pulling down gently on his testicles. "There we are, nice and shiny…" she commented, noting the tight appearance of his bulging testes. Cinching the gold chain snug, she gave him the measurement: "Hmmm, like I said earlier, quite a lot of pent up sperm - you're down to 12 inches."

She released the tension on the gold chain, letting it fall into her hand. She patted the underside of his balls again, with the gold chain in her open hand, looking up at him with an almost motherly expression. "Donating your testicles to my research will probably be for the best. Such a long time without ejaculation is not healthy and besides, it'll spare you further embarrassing 'outbursts'."

Mr. Johnson couldn't accept it. "Please doctor, release the straps. I don't want to give my balls." Releasing his nuts, she raised her arms to put her necklace back around her neck. Her breasts raised higher, impossibly making them appear bigger. "Another benefit Mr. Johnson is that you'll be better able to control your randy impulses after I've taken your testicles." She finished with her necklace, letting it plunge between her sexy cleavage again, and did up her blouse.

"Time to introduce you to my handy little tool. It's a modification of a bull-castrator, just perfect for a man of your size. " Strangely, he felt himself erecting again, the confines of the clear cylinder feeling snugly comforting. Oddly, and quite embarrassing, he began to think being nutted large breasted doctor would be quite erotic. She turned back, holding an interesting device in her right hand. "Shall we go for one last milking Mr. Johnson?" Oh my god! he thought, the first time was embarrassing enough, and now he had no relaxant to subdue his thoughts. "Don't be too self-conscious Mr. Johnson, I've seen men get excited before their castration before." He turned red.

She opened the plier-like device and fit it around the neck of his scrotum beneath the cuff. Closing the handles, she calmly smiled again: "Tell me when it feels a little too tight," and began turning a little leaver. There was a smooth steel funnel-shaped piece that started inching down towards his scrotum. The part where the doctor had clamped though remained anchored in place. The result was a very tight feeling in his balls as they were pulled further and further away from his body. She stopped the ratchet when he gasped a little, saying: "It's starting to ache doctor." There was a strange lack of pain though, probably because of the anesthetic he thought. "Time for your last milking…"

She flicked the switch and, just like before, it started slowly. He looked down and saw she had placed his bulging testicles into the jar. "Don't worry Mr. Johnson, I'll let you finish spurting before relieving you of these…"

One hand on holding the handles of the castrator, a finger resting over a little button, and the other hand holding the jar up to his balls, the milking continued. It only took him little more than half a minute this time, probably because of the added pressure in his testicles and the kinky thoughts he was having, before he started spurting. "That's a good man. Enjoy your last spurt." She watched intently through her glasses, making sure he had finished ejaculating before depressing the button.

There was a slight hum, in addition to that of the milker, and the doctor watched with satisfaction as his balls became very tight and even shinier. The machine was pushing his balls further from his body, impossibly far, creating an odd pressured sensation in his nuts. "Three more seconds Mr. Johnson…" It seemed like forever, then suddenly, a sharp snap. His testicles remained attached. "Just the snap before the cut - your scrotum now has a sealing metal ring around it. It's safe to cut." With that, Dr. Vice pressed another button, a green one. Mr. Johnson felt a small tug, a jolt, and watched, in sudden horror, as his testicles plopped in the waiting beaker.