Luke's Big Butt Chapter 7 - Part 1 (WIP)

Hi everyone! Chapter 7 is almost done, but I realized it is WAY too long and I need to break it up into two parts. The first part is light on sex, but the second part will be filthy ;) Hope you enjoy! I'll have Part 2 done by the end of the week.

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I was trying so hard to hold it in, I swear. But when Coach drove over a bump, my hand had to shoot out and grab onto the door handle as I steeled myself against the wave. It honestly felt like a wave, with the amount of juice I squirted out onto the puppy pad Coach had put on his car seat. Smart thinking, as expected of Coach.

I tried to bite down and stop myself from moaning as a rush of hunger took over me. I couldn’t help but grind my ass into the passenger seat, wanting to feel something rubbing against my hole. I was at a complete loss. Ever since that dream, the one with the creepy janitor fucking me, my body has had a mind of its own. I’m basically leaking juice 24/7, and at random times I’ll be taken over by this hunger that makes me squirt extra hard and crave something huge inside my hole. I almost jumped Coach in his office!

Luckily Coach was calm and understanding. I knew I could count on him. The next day, he invited me to his office and told me that he had been up all night trying to figure out what was wrong with me. To be honest, I never thought to ask the internet. I figured what was going on was so weird that I had to be the only person going through it. According to Coach, that wasn’t true at all. He found some online groups for guys who described having similar experiences to me - and that led him to finding the only doctor who seemed to know what he was talking about.

The doctor - Carson was his name - lived a couple of hours away from us. Coach offered to take the day off and drive me to my appointment. He said this was a last-minute appointment that the doctor could squeeze me in for, since he set aside some time each day for emergencies.

So now here I was, riding along in Coach’s car and trying not to turn the entire front seat into a major splash zone. I wanted to cry, it was torture. This deep empty feeling inside me that just made me feel like I needed to get FILLED. It was like my body was incomplete without something inside me. My hole was throbbing, and worse than that, there was a throbbing, hungry, almost itchy sensation deep inside my ass.

Coach kept glancing over at me and putting his hand on my shoulder, giving me a little squeeze of encouragement. I felt calmer having Coach there, like he was going to help me out. I trusted him. Which just made me guilty, because every time I looked at him my eyes immediately went to his crotch, and then that hungry feeling inside me got so strong I had to clench down on my hole as much as possible to stop the burst of juice that threatened to leak out.

God-fucking-damn, why the fuck was Coach packing? I always knew he had a big bulge - some of the guys on the team had jokingly called him “Coach Cuntwrecker” before. He was always wearing those tight little blue shorts, which left nothing to the imagination. Or the time I heard (and saw) it slapping against his thigh as he jogged by. But now, being so close to it, a million thoughts buzzed around my head.

I wanted to lean down and put my mouth on it. I wanted to stuff my face with it and taste his pre-cum. I wanted to climb over onto his lap and aim his rigid cock right at my hole so I could sink down on it. I wanted him to stop the car and pull me onto the hood and fuck me like an animal. I wanted him to mount me and fuck me, making my cheeks clap as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt.

Which is a fucking messed up thing to think about your Coach, who is also kinda like your dad. Not to mention I shouldn’t want to do any of those things. After all, I’m not gay, despite whatever Sammy thinks.

Sammy.

Every time I thought about him, the emptiness inside me grew. And it wasn’t just with a need to get stuffed and filled, even though I missed the way his cock seemed to slide right into my hole like a key to a lock. The emptiness I felt wasn’t just physical but… emotional. I missed him. He is my best friend, or maybe he was my best friend, and this is the longest we’ve gone without talking to each other since we met. Even when he spent that summer in Pakistan visiting his relatives, he still video called with me a couple of times.

Sammy was the voice of reason but also always doing the wildest shit, like he was just daring to get in trouble. No matter what I knew joining in on his schemes would be lit. I remembered that time we snuck into some old guy’s farm to see if you could actually tip a cow, Sammy’s idea obviously. We didn’t do it, but only because we heard the old guy yelling that he was going to shoot whoever was out there. We hightailed it back to Sammy’s car, and as we jumped inside we both burst out laughing.

This time, I had to clench down and shut my eyes closed to stop the tears from forming in the corners. Coach was already had a front row seat to me squirting an insane amount of juice out of my hole, he didn’t need to see me crying too. Fuck, I need to stop being such a pussy.

“You alright there, Luke?” Coach asked, putting his hand on my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze. I shuddered and my eyes drifted back to his crotch. Coach’s bulge was getting bigger, twitching, I could see it clearly outlined in those thin shorts. Coach’s dick was snaking down his leg - almost poking out of the opening in his shorts. I had to grab the car door again and bear down.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuuck!!!” I moaned as I felt a glob of juice squirt out of my hole and all over the carseat.

“God, I’m so sorry Coach! I know you just got this Audi recently,” I apologized, feeling like such a bitch. Coach didn’t seem to mind though, he just gave my shoulder another squeeze.

“It’s alright, Luke, that’s why we put the puppy pads down. Hopefully they can handle your… situation. Just hang in there, we’re almost there.”

After what felt like several excruciating hours of me trying not to jump Coach and stop the unending stream of juice coming out of me, Coach finally pulled into the parking lot of some office building. From the looks of it, it seemed completely normal. I almost expected this “clinic” to be more like a hospital, but the only sign that it was a medical place was a sign that said Carson Clinic for Men.

Coach helped me out, and I felt like such a fucking baby to have to lean on him while he steadied me. I just told myself it was like that time I really cut my knee up when I slid to home plate. I was limping a bit and Coach helped me up just like this.

The whole place was kinda sus, to be honest. Like the kind of place you’d wake up in a bathtub with a missing kidney. I almost wanted to turn around, but I felt another wave of that hungry, neediness inside me and I almost dropped to my knees. And I couldn’t help but notice that while Coach held me up, his bulge was pressed up against my thigh.

There was a dull buzz inside my head. Like chanting. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me… I couldn’t get it to stop.

Coach opened the door and we entered the office. It was a small waiting room, with just a couple of chairs and one of those windows. Sitting on the other side was this black guy with short hair wearing those nurse scrubs. I could tell even in those baggy clothing that the guy was jacked. And I was shocked when the guy stood up - I had no idea he was even sitting - and realized he must have been at least six and a half feet tall. My eyes instantly traveled down to his loose scrub pants and I literally dropped to my knees when I saw the long, huge, thick snake bulging out of them. Coach had to help me up, and the nurse just gave me a smile.

After leading me to the exam room, the nurse did the typical nurse stuff of taking my heart rate and weight and all that. I definitely caught him checking my ass out, but he kept a respectful distance. A twisted, fucked up part of me really wanted him to accidentally brush his bulge up against me so I could find out how big it really was. Instead he just told me to take a seat and wait for the doctor.

So here I was sitting on the exam table. I noticed something kind of weird about them. It had a slight recline, it was pretty comfy, actually, but it had these weird metal claw-like things at the bottom of it. They kinda freaked me out, and I was having second thoughts about sticking around. Coach must have noticed that I was nervous, cuz he got up and put his hand on my shoulder again.

“You can do it, Luke. I’m here to support you.” I just tried my best to smile at him, but I couldn’t. I took a huge gulp when I heard footsteps outside the door.

A tall, slim man with white hair and a short white beard walked in. He seemed like he took care of himself, which is probably why he didn’t actually look that old - if I had to guess he was in his 50’s maybe? He seemed like he wasn’t that frail, but I couldn’t see much with that long white lab coat. Huh, so doctors actually wear that shit?

“Welcome, you must be Thomas.” He nodded at Coach, then turned to me. “And you must be Luke. I am Doctor Johan Carson.” I expected him to smile or something like that, but his face was permanently frozen. He didn’t have a resting bitch face or anything, but he just had this totally neutral expression. His cool, blue eyes were completely unmoving. He was calm but also kind of creepy. I also caught that he had a slight accent - something European?

“Based on what you told me, Thomas, we should began the examination right away. Not much reason to exchange pleasantries and waste time.” The fact that he was so professional was kinda a relief. Like this wasn’t some shady scam of a creepy doc using an excuse to molest hot young athletes. I heard about that shit, I think there’s even a Netflix documentary about it…

“Before we get started, I hope to discuss what we have planned today. As Thomas may have told you, I am a sports physician. I have become interested in a pattern I am seeing in some elite athletes. However, because of the embarassing symptoms, I have had much difficulty in finding patients for whom I can learn more about this malady. I hope that today I can begin to help you.”

I relaxed a little. I know I just met him, but I was starting to trust this guy. “Thanks, Doc. I gotta tell you, it’s been hell for me. I thought I found something that helped, but it just got worse and worse. Now it’s happening all day, every day. I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t even train.”

Doc pulled a clipboard out and started taking notes. “Please describe your symptoms in detail.”

“Uh…” Shit I was kinda embarrassed.

“Tell him, Luke. It’s what we’re here for. Nobody is gonna make you feel bad.” Coach gave me an encouraging look, but Doc Carson was still stone faced. Huh, kinda weird.

“Alright so… well at first, my butt got bigger. I’ve always had a big ol’ booty, right? But then literally overnight I went up a size. And it just kept getting bigger. Honestly, I was measuring it for a while, but I think it’s stopped, which is good, right?”

Doc just kept writing on his clipboard, and I waited for him to say something, like that my ass growth stopping was a good sign. Instead he just nodded and said “Continue.”

“And then… uh. I got this like, itch? Inside my ass? Except it wasn’t an itch it was like… a hunger. I felt so empty. It drove me crazy, it was like throbbing.” I took a deep breath. I was gonna say something even Coach didn’t know. I dropped my voice low. “I, uh, well I tried putting my fingers in it, and that helped for a while.”

Carson only reacted by continuing to write on his clipboard. He made some hmmms and I see noises, so at least I knew he was listening.

“And then, uh… Coach, can you please not tell anyone this next part?”

“Of course, Luke. I would never.”

“Okay, so. Then I started to… get wet. Like, leaking out of my hole. But it wasn’t shit! It was like, clear, and slippery, and kinda felt good? I had a friend, a real bro you know? And he was helping me out. So that was good, cuz it was really working.”

“And how was he helping you, Luke?”

Shit. I really didn’t want to explain more. But I knew I had to, if we were going to get to the bottom of this.

“My friend, he… put his dick inside my ass. And he… well he fucked me, Doc. But it wasn’t gay! Just a bro helping me out. He, uh, he came inside me, and when he did it felt really good, and the itching, hungry, throbbing feeling went away for a while. And I would stop leaking that weird goo from my ass too.”

Doc continued writing, making some soft "Hrmm hmmm" sounds as he jotted down notes. My ass still throbbed, deep this time as I told him all that had been happening these past couple weeks. I could see Coach look away from me, his face a red tinge. And I didn't need a mirror to know I must have been cherry red in the face too. This was so fuckin' embarassing. Coach was like a dad to me and now he was hearing all this. I was kinda losing focus on the doctor as I started to think about how intense this all was.

"Mr. Micucci…Luke." Doctor Carson said rather flatly to me, startling me a bit.

"Oh um, sorry. But that was it. I um, tried to handle this on my own without my friend. I had um…yeah some help from another friend, but…it still wasn't enough really."

Coach looked at me, his face the same neutral expression. I knew he'd want to know who else was helping me, but we could deal with that later. I winced as I felt another throb deep inside me and then shrugged, feeling a little helpless sitting there on the exam table.

"So, Doc…what's going on? What's happening to me?" My voice cracked a bit. That was new for sure. I don't think my voice did that since I was first hitting puberty. If I wasn't dripping from my ass so much, my body would have more energy to be sweating bullets with how nerve wracking this whole thing was.

Doc Carson set aside his clipboard and grabbed a pair of gloves out of a drawer. "Your symptoms match the guidelines that I am developing. I have found numerous other patients who describe similar experiences. I am developing a standard procedure to diagnose, but in the meantime I will require further testing," He added as he grabbed what looked to be a clear bucket with measurements on the side of it from the cabinet under the sink.

I could hear Coach breathe a sigh of relief when Doc said that there was something that could help. I did too, knowing that this wouldn't be an issue that threw my life out of whack. Although it was super weird for Doc to be so chill about it, putting on thick rubber gloves and sliding a bucket slightly off the edge of the table.

The door opened, and that huge black nurse came in holding a tiny piece of fabric, the color of those medical gowns you wear at hospitals. I couldn’t really tell what it was.

"Luke, please remove all clothing and dress in this medical gown so that I can examine you more easily." He said as he pulled those weird metal claws out from under the exam table, then wheeled a chair over and and sat himself down at the bottom edge. I followed his directions. At that point I was throbbing and dripping so much, there wasn't much left to the imagination with my pants being so drenched. I saw Coach look away when I took my clothes off - but I couldn’t help but notice that his dick twitched a little bit.

I shucked my sopping wet shorts and boxers, which landed on the tile floor with a wet SPLAT. Damn, looking down at them now, I had no idea just how wet I was. My shorts were totally soaked - like right out of the wash soaked.

When I took my pants off, they slid down my legs and onto the floor with a wet plop. I heard Coach mumble something like "Jesus…" but I was losing my focus again as I felt a glob drip down my leg now that my shorts weren’t there to absorb it.

When I grabbed the tiny fabric, I unfolded it to realize it was… it was like a thong mixed with a jockstrap. Not like kind I wore for baseball, it was tiny and mesh. It looked like something you’d see a gay guy wear, uh, not that I would know anything like that. I looked up at Dr. Carson and he simply sat there stone faced.

“Doc, you sure this isn’t uh… it’s not like the medical gowns I’ve seen before.”

“Yes, Luke. I have developed this garment specifically to meet the needs of my patients. It is based on an athletic supporter, with some modifications. The absorbent mesh material is to prevent it being ruined by your expulsions. The front pouch contains your genitals to ensure that they do not obstruct my examinations, and the open back and straps are positioned so that I may easily examine your anus.”

Honestly, this whole thing was fuckin’ weird… but all that medical mumbo-jumbo meant Doc must know what he’s talking about. I’d worn jocks already, and I guess it wasn’t too different from one of those backless medical gowns. I shrugged and stepped into the “medical gown”, bending over with my back facing Dr. C and Coach to pull it up. As I did I heard Coach gasp out a “FUCK!”.

“Uh, everything OK Coach?” We made eye contact, and there was something in his eyes… a hunger. It both freaked me out and made my hole twitch. He quickly broke eye contact and turned away. He was totally red in the face, and he was covering his crotch with his hands. Just the sight of that growing mound, barely hidden, almost made me gush again. Was it throbbing?

The jock was surprisingly comfortable. The mesh was soft and it clung to my ass like a second skin. The pouch fit my dick and balls perfectly - and Doc was right, they did lift my junk out of the way. The only exception was the straps - they were a little too tight, and they dug into my mega-donk, which lifted my cheeks and made them separate slightly so that I could feel the cold air hit my needy puck. I bit down on my lip and tried to suppress a shudder, feeling another drop of juice drip down again.

“Luke, please lie on the exam table and put your legs in these stirrups,” Doc told me as he pointed to those metal claw-like things coming from the bottom of the exam table. I was still a little freaked out - but for some reason I felt like Doc wasn’t secretly some perv. It was probably because he was so calm and detached, it was like he clearly didn’t get pleasure from this, and him being chill helped me feel like I didn’t have to freak out. Even though I didn’t want to show my leeky, needy asshole to a complete stranger, something about showing Carson felt natural and right.

I did what Doc told me to do, putting my legs into those weird stirrups, which he then positioned to lift my legs up and push my ass so it was just hanging off the edge of the exam table. I felt awkward and exposed in this position - the stirrups locked and wouldn’t budge an inch, which made my cheeks spread and exposed my winking hole to both Coach and Dr. C.

Dr. Carson gestured towards the square container with measurements on the side which he positioned right under my ass. “This is to measure Luke’s expulsions. I need to determine the severity and collect samples. What you are experiencing is the natural lubrication that the anal tract produces. In your case, as is the case in my other patients, your bodies natural production is greatly increased, and that becomes even more pronounced when experiencing sexual arousal.

I felt Carson’s hands on my globes, pulling my ass so it was positioned where he wanted it. I had to admit, feeling those gloved hands on my ass cheeks just did something for me. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted somebody to just grab it until now, that was how desperate I was. I was so embarrassed when I let out a shuddering moan as Carson’s fingers sunk into my flesh.

“Mmmm fuuuuckk…” I moaned, as I looked towards Coach. His bulge was crazy thick, jutting out of his shorts, and the sight of it made me arch my back as a big glob of juice dribbled out of my hole and splattered into the container.

“Please lie back, Luke. I’m going to start stimulating your anus to test your reaction.” I bit my lip and grabbed onto the sides of the table as Carson started poking at my hole. Considering how lubed up I already was, I wasn’t surprised when after poking and prodding my pink ring, he slid his finger inside effortlessly. Shivers ran up and down my spine, my eyes fluttering, as Carson sunk his finger into my pussy.

“Mmm yes, Doc, just like that…” I moaned once Doc buried his entire finger into my hole, right to the knuckle. It didn’t hurt at all, just the opposite. I was already seeing stars after having just one finger inside me!

“I see your anus is experienced in taking insertions,” Dr. C said with no emotion. He pulled his finger out, leaving just the tip inside. That feeling of emptiness after finally, FINALLY, having something inside my ass was more intense than ever. I NEEDED to get filled, no - stuffed. I was whimpering like a hungry puppy, shifting my hips a little to let Doc know I needed more fingers. Luckily, he understood exactly what I wanted, pressing two fingers to my hole, my pink ring easily spreading to fit the increase in thickness. After bottoming out two fingers deep, Carson started to pump his fingers in and out, in and out of my hole. With every pump, more of that weird, wet lube slipped out of my hole and dripped into the bucket.

Suddenly, Doc Carson completely pulled out his fingers. I started whimpering again, my chest rising and falling in panic. I didn’t want him to stop. “Doc, please, wait, put them back in, that was working, I swear!”

"Hm….slight elongation of the anus. Another physical symptom certainly. See now," he tapped my hole and looked over at Coach. The slightest touch made me shake and shiver, sending out a gush of goo from my hole directly in the bucket. I wish I could make Coach look away….I didn't want him to see his star player looking like this. Coach was speechless and it was hard to read him, but he watched, wide-eyed, as Doc Carson continued.

"Superficially similar to vaginal lubrication. Either way, what this essentially does is modify the anal passage for insertion. Lubrication, elasticity, and positioning all take place over a period of time in order to prepare the anal tract for large insertion,” Doc started as he moved his chair over to grab something from a nearby drawer.

“Based on what you have told me, you are used to something quite larger than a few fingers, correct?” The only thing I could do was nod frantically. “In that case, I believe the area where you require stimulation, what I call the Carson spot, is far deeper. Prostate stimulation alone is not having the reaction that I had hoped. I have some medical instruments I’d like to try. May I proceed?”

“God, yes! Anything!!” I moaned. When did I start acting like a cheap slut in a bad porno?

I looked over at Doc Carson, who had pulled out a drawer where several objects were arranged next to each other. Those were the strangest ‘medical instruments’ I’ve ever seen. There were six of them, all smooth black cylinders, and incredibly thick, thicker than my wrist. Each of them had a tapered head that bulged out a bit. They had different lengths, and were arranged shortest to longest. I gulped. Were those…? No way, they couldn’t be.

“Holy fuck!” I heard Coach swear, which was pretty rare. He was usually so clean cut! Suddenly Coach got defensive, his jaw clenched. “Carson, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Carson didn’t even flinch as he pulled out one of those objects, the one in the middle, then turned towards Coach. “Thomas, I understand these may have some superficial similarities with objects intended for sexual recreational use, but I assure you these are instruments for treatment made with the highest grade of medical silicone.”

Coach was still on edge, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the object in Carson’s hand. I couldn’t either. Just the sight of it… fuck, it made my hole clench and my asshole flutter. I couldn’t help but think it reminded me of Sammy’s cock - not too long, but crazy thick. Or even Coach’s cock, which was now full-on tenting in his shorts. Coach’s eyes were full of protective panic - his fists balled up, like he was ready to fight Dr. C.

“Coach…fuck please, Coach. Just let him do it, I need this to stop!” I felt like a little kid begging Coach like this, but it was the truth. I needed this, more than anything else in my life. Not just needing all this crazy ass stuff to stop, but needing to have answers. Luckily, Coach seemed to realize what I was saying, and he took a few steps back until he was leaning against the wall, giving Carson a small nod to go ahead.