Step 1 to Conquering Your Fear of Hospitals
Step 1 to Conquering Your Fear of Hospitals
Hospitals turn me on.
Which isn't necessarily good. Seeing how most doctors probably don't want to see just how big it is. That, in turn, leads to my next statement. Hospitals make me uncomfortable.
It's late in the evening and your stomach's starting to create small pangs of hunger for dinner; you remember the nice Mongolian beef dish you have left over from the few nights ago when you ate out. You sit, somewhat slouching in the hard wood chair, with your right leg propped up sideways, resting atop your left leg. Your arms are crossed in your lap, as you survey the interior of the waiting room for the thirty second time. Rows of wood chairs wrap around the inside of the small room. A receptionist in a skimpy woman's suit that screams "rape me" sits in a little window area tip-tapping on her computer.
There's classical music playing in the background. Not much favoring it, you figure it's Bach, or something like that, and stare at the pictures of ducks, hung against the beige wallpaper. There's a magazine rack filled with Sports Illustrated and other kids books; mostly discovery type ones about animals and space. Not really interested in sports, your mind ponders for 3.6 seconds whether you should look through the animal magazines for pictures or descriptions of their mating habits. But quickly reprimand yourself for thinking of that while continuing to fight your slight erection.
Shifting in your seat, you stuff a hand into your baggy jeans to find anything to fiddle with, and to re-adjust your hard on. There's some small change, nothing spectacular. So you pull your dick a little to the side, feeling the warmth of it through the thin pocket cloth. You quickly pull your hand out as the elderly woman diagonal from you starts to watch on more intently.
Your chest has a slight twitch of nervousness as to how the routine physical will go, and you get a little annoyed with yourself as the warmth of your half-erect cock slowly pulses as it rest on your leg.
"Jonathan Allen?" The receptionist calls your name as she slowly scans the waiting room to see who responds. You stand up, feeling your somewhat hard dick fall loosely between the folds of your boxers. Walking over to the desk, the receptionist smiles and says,
"Right in there." While pointing to a white door to your right. You nod, and twist the cool handle, pulling the door open. Past the door way is a somewhat long hall with a few closed doors and other hallways where numerous people in white coats are talking and busily performing tests on god knows what.
"Mr. Allen?" You hear another female voice.
"Yeah" You turn to face a nurse and try to look at ease.
"Follow me please." She says politely and starts walking down the hall. You follow, passing nurse after nurse after doctor. All wearing white coats and many with glasses. You follow her for what feels like a little longer then it should have taken, passing quite a few doors until, at last, she stops in front of one of the numerous white doors and opens it in-ward for you.
"The doctor will be here in just a few minutes." She says with a smile, and waits as you walk in. Hearing the door close behind you, you continue to walk toward the examining bed, turn back toward the door, and hop on the end of it. The white paper crinkles as your butt sinks a little into the white leather under the paper.
Taking a steady breath and trying to relax (or more so trying to relax other parts of your body) you casually look around the room. Along the wall to your left is a row of cabinets with a desk area under them which sits clear containers of black nose and ear examining caps, some brochures on weird sicknesses, and a tube of lubricant. You frown a bit - all the doctors you've been to seem to have it, but you aren't sure what it's so commonly used for that it needs to sit out all the time.
You also frown at yourself for what ideas it pops into your head. Trying to forget about it you lay back, the white paper crinkling loudly, as your head rests at the top of the short bed while your legs still dangle off the end. After staring at the white rectangle panels and fluorescent lights on the ceiling for a while you hear the door handle squeak.
Sitting up quickly you smile politely as your doctor walks in. (you've never met him before, because you just moved to the area). He seems to look pretty young for a doctor. Maybe his late 30s you guess, but you've never been good at guessing ages. He has short brown hair, sticking up a little in the front, and a slightly gruff, yet attractive 5 o'clock shadow. He has a warm, friendly gaze and steps forward, arm out stretched.
"Hello Jonathan, how are you doing?"
You grasp his hand and shake it firmly, trying to show you have a strong grip, but still not trying to show off.
"Oh, I'm fine I guess. Just these damned physicals get annoying all the time." You respond jokingly. The doctor chuckles, and thumbs through a few of your papers.
"You think they're annoying? Try doing having to do hundreds of them day after day! Oh, by the way, my name's Ethan Avolf."
"Cool, is that German?" You ask as he sits down the round swivel chair under the desk area.
"No, Scandanavian. It's actually a pretty old name, passed down from ancestors and such." He sets down the papers and slips a stethoscope around his neck.
"Ah." You mumble quietly and nod your head. The doctor stands up and asks if you have any allergic reactions to medicine or anything.
"Just shots." you joke again. He smiles and walks over to your side as you feel him rest both hands on either side of your shoulders, rubbing them -routinely inspecting what's under your skin.
"Well you don't have to worry about that today. Shots are only for special occasions or scheduled vaccinations." He replies while moving his hands slowly up the side of your neck. His warm fingers, carefully gliding over your muscles and skin. You try to sit still, as he exams your body while you repeating to yourself, this is normal. It's just an exam, nothing to get excited about!
The doctor steps over to the cabinets and pulls out the nose and ear examining light. He attaches one of the cone-shaped caps, and inserts it part way into your ear. You feel it tickle slightly as it slides in and you can also feel his light breath on your neck. He walks around and does the same for your other ear and nose. He tosses the cap into small trash can and turns to face you again as you're still sitting up straight on the small bed.
"Now, if you'll just take off your shirt and lie back..."
You nod and quickly take off your t-shirt and slowly lay back, the cool paper crinkling loudly as your full frame now rests against it. Not wasting any time the doctor immediately starts to push gently with his fingers against your chest. Feeling carefully for the right organs and bones, making sure everything's ok. Your stomach churns in anxiety - you have managed to keep your hard on somewhat at bay but it's really starting to pulse now and you don't know how much longer you can keep it relatively limp.
The doctor's hands and fingers continue to rub your side and move down toward your stomach and lower abdomen, almost like a frontal massage. Pressing firmly as he asks simple questions like,
"Does it hurt when I press here? How about like this? No? Good. Now take a deep breath while I feel here."
You inhale deeply, as your chest expands, the doctor presses firmer under your ribcage. You could feel him probing some internal organ which is a little uncomfortable, but not bad.
"Perfect. Did that hurt?"
"Nah, it wasn't bad." You say, barely breaking a smile this time while you try to concentrate on another matter.
"Good." He says reassuringly, as he slips both sides of his stethoscope into his ear and presses the metal circle to the right side of your chest. The sudden shock of the cold metal catches you off guard and you wince a little, sucking in your chest a bit.
"Oh, sorry." He says, breathing warmly on it and placing it back on your chest. You nod showing it's not so bad now.
"Ok, breath in...now out. Good. In....and out. Annnd in....and out. Ok." He says cheerfully, taking the stethoscope off, he puts it down on the desk.
Turning your head to the side, you watch him as he comes back, and suddenly starts to tug on your belt. He pulls out the extra length of belt, unbuckles it and reaches for the button and zipper. Your heart surges, as you just lay still, with there being nothing you can do about it. He slides the button out, and unzips the zipper. You swallow as you notice your boxers have somewhat of a bulge. Not as big as it could be, but still noticeable. You can't see the doctor's full expression, since he's looking down, but he doesn't look bothered. He keeps a busy expression, lifting up the front elastic edge of your boxers. You feel a hand slip slowly between the cloth and your skin. His hand feels warm as he melodically pushes and probes, the skin to the left of your penis. He then moves the hand carefully around to feel the right side. After performing the same type of checks, he then touches the side of your scrotum. Moving his fingers slowly, he brings his hand more around it, holding it lightly, as he gingerly finds one testicle, rolls it over softly in his fingers, then finds the other, and examines it as well. Continuing to explore the folds of loose skin, he feels almost every centimeter, before moving up more. Now pressing a bit firmer, only around the base of your cock, where it raises it up some. He checks around it, examining the front, back and tips before withdrawing his hand and carefully letting the boxers rest back in their original place.
"Ok." the doctor says "Everything looks normal. Let me just fill these forms out real quick, and you'll be good to go."
"Alright." You say, as you sit up and quickly zip up, button, and buckle your belt. Leaning over to pick up your shirt, you see the back of the doctor out of the corner of your eye, busily writing. You sit back up and pull the shirt over your head and arms through the sleeves. Almost hopping with relief, you jump down from the table and pull open the door slightly, ready to go -just waiting for him to finish the papers.
You turn your head to say thanks and see if he's almost done.
"It'll be nice to get back to work, thanks for-" Your breath suddenly gets caught in your throat as you stare at the doctor, almost frozen in alarm, all you can do is stare. The doctor finishes writing while starting to acknowledge the beginning of your statement.
"mm-hmm...what's that?" He swivels around in his small chair to face you staring at him in shock.
"What is it?" He asks quickly, more concerned. The doctor starts to look behind him, to see what it is you're looking at, then he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
In just a few seconds, probably when you were pulling on your shirt, he had changed. His entire physical appearance was altered. His head almost perfectly resembled that of a brown wolf. Long muzzle, longer ears on the top of his head, and a tail resting out from the bottom of his coat. The head seemed to remain proportional to the rest of the body. His hands had also changed, looking like some sort of mix between paw and hand. He still had opposable thumbs and fingers, but they were distinctly furry and animal like, with the addition of fairly large claws. For some strange reason, a bizarre thought streamed across your mind that his grey and dark gray fur, seemed to contrast his long, white doctor's coat surprisingly well. But any peaceful thought was heavily suppressed with panicked images of vicious werewolf attacks, and how quickly a man with those animal traits could overpower you.
After just a second of looking at his current state in the mirror, the doctor whirls around quickly and lunges at you with a quick scraping of claws against the floor and a slight growl. You yelp in fright and tumble out of its way, falling hard against the metal base of the short bed, deeply cutting your right arm. You watch as the beast seems more intent with the door then with you, as he claws slam it shut with an ear piercing bang. Your eyes wince as you grab your sliced wrist with your other hand, as it starts bleeding profusely and you stare in horror at the four deep claw gouges left in the edge of the now closed door.
Turning his wolfish head quickly the creature stares at your form, huddled against the metal bottom of the bed.
"Get up." He says in a much deeper and hoarse voice. You stare in shock as you watch each word formed out of his muzzle.
You quickly wrap your bleeding arm in the bottom edge of your shirt.
"Gerrup!" He almost shouts, but with more of a fierce growl and reaches forward, grabbing your upper arm, and pulling you up with frightful strength. You stand, resting back against the bed, as your legs shiver uncontrollably. As he pulls you up, it wrenches loose your wrist, and you shudder in pain as your arm rests loosely at your side, blood from the cut, flowing freely down your hand, and dripping off your fingers.
The doctor seems to have just now noticed the cut for the first time and a wave a concern suddenly softens his harsh, animal face.
"You're bleeding..." He starts to say in a gentler voice as he extends a paw toward it.
You grimace and stumble sideways
"Stay away from me!" Your head seems to be growing fainter and more dizzy as you loose your footing and fall again to the floor. Franticly, you grip your wrist with your free hand and try to scoot your self backwards, desperately trying to find security under the desk. From the huddled position, you watch the wolf creature in doctor's clothes crouch down on one leg and gaze at you.
"Please. I didn't know you were hurt. Come out and let me help you."
"No! Don't toy with me!" You try to scream for help but it seems to take a lot more strength then you've got. Your perception of the world seems to dissolve away into a blurry swimming sea of distorted reality. In the throes before unconsciousness you see the wolf form start to move toward you and muster all your effort to scoot further back while muttering,
"No...don't hurt me..." You barely finish the last word before your breathing becomes too tiring, so you stop, and let he blurriness fade into a quickly growing oppressive blackness.
Deep breathing. You hear it right next to you as you slowly awake from a memory-less sleep. Your eyelids seem too heavy and it's hard to keep them from closing again. Your head is spinning and feels groggy, like there's water being sloshed around in circles inside it. As you rise out of the heavy sleepiness it becomes evident that it is your breathing that you hear as your chest slowly lowers and rises.
The world starts to come back to you. You start noticing smells, like sterilizers and cleanliness...you're in a hospital. Then taste, as your tongue slides over your dry lips. Hearing fades back in as if you've just been deafened by a loud noise. You listen and it sounds as if someone is standing near you. Then, finally, sight as it becomes easier to keep your eyes open you find yourself staring at a familiar ceiling of an examining room.
The feeling in the rest of your body seems to be taking a little longer to return, it's as if everything below your neck is half-asleep. Just barely tilting your head to the side, you see an IV pouch hung above you, filled halfway with what you figure to be blood.
Suddenly you see something...a paw, move above your face and run over your hair, which feels damp from sweat. The churning sensation of fear surges back and your heart pounds. Why am I not dead yet? You ask yourself...oh God, what else is he going to do with me. Images of sadistic torture and a prolonged death flash through your mind, the absolute last thing you want to happen is to die slowly in torment! For a second you think frantically if there's anyway to kill yourself before having to endure what pain the creature may inflict.
"You're awake." You hear a gruff voice thingly though the ringing in your ears.
You can't find the strength to respond yet but your feelings are apparent through your eyes and frightened facial expression. The wolfish face leans over into your eyesight, his face awash with compassion and pity.
"You must believe me; I never meant to hurt you. I had reverted so suddenly...and...in the presence of another. I panicked, and I'm afraid my more animalistic instincts took control. Please believe me that I am not going to hurt you."
Your mind has a hard time letting go of the events that occurred just...you actually have no idea how long ago that was. Even so, fear is still sharp in your memory. Yet, part of you wants to trust him, to talk to him, to learn about him, but another part is still scared as hell.
"How-" you manage to vocalize, but it comes out a bit scratchy so you swallow, wet your lips, and try again.
"How can you be like that?" You lift your head some, and scoot back against the wall, where the bed's pushed up against, trying to sit up. You feel as if your strength is returning, despite feeling light headed and nauseated.
You watch the wolf type creature as he steps back, running a paw through the fur on his head, unsure of how to explain anything.
"I can't quite tell you that, it's actually, um, against the law. Well, not your law...but the ones from where I'm from."
You actually find yourself smiling as you watch the wolf, dressed in clothes, pacing back and forth slowly. He obviously looks distressed and unusually sympathetic. Whether it's the nurturing air that seems to emanate from its persona or the pet-like associated with it, feelings of pity begin to overpower some of your negative premonitions.
"You're not from anywhere near here are you?"
The animal creature stops and stares at you for a moment with his more keen wolf eyes and then shakes his head.
"I know there's a lot more you want to know, but I fear I may have endangered your life already."
You frown, at such an un-nerving comment.
"Why? Who am I in danger from?!"
"Quiet, quiet..." He hushes you and looks down, but you can see his eyes, a cool blue, they seem calm but worried. He's obvious thinking, desperately trying to explore any options at all.
After looking to ponder something for a while, he then quickly looks up at your face. You're not sure if to say or do anything, so you sit still, watching him back. It gets uncomfortable, so you look away, but his eyes remain focused on you. His muzzle and furry face are still, not a trace of emotion to give away what he's thinking. Then slowly, he raises a left paw, and places it against the side of your face, drawing your gaze back to his. You feel the warmth of his paw, and the soft fur as he holds it there,
"You have to understand that what I'm about to do is in no way taking advantage of you, or my strength over you."
He pauses for a moment, and the most you can figure is just to nod in understanding. Dumbfounded, your mind races trying to figure out what he's talking about before he tells you.
It seems as if he's slightly unsure how to proceed. Slowly, you feel the soft paw on the side of your head start to slip down your cheek.
"I'm going to need you to lie down." He tells you, bringing his paw from your head and placing it squarely on top of your chest. Pushing firmly, it covers most of your chest as you slide back down on top of the crinkly paper, covering the examination bed.
"My species has no definite form that we can remember. Our parents give birth to us in the form that they're currently in."
His paw starts to brush slowly down your chest and back up, feeling your body in almost the same way as when he examined you as a doctor.
"We usually can stay in one form as long as we like, but for some unknown reason I reverted back to my past state."
Lifting the paw off your chest, you watch as he slides his long, white jacket off and lays it on the chair. Then, un-tucking his shirt he tries to unbutton it, but his claws makes it considerably more difficult. He gets the front buttons undone, exposing a trail of light gray fur in a path from his neck, down to below his belt.
Completely confused as to what is happening, you continue to lie on your back on the bed, watching him in honest curiosity. Quickly removing both shoes and socks, he walks back over to the edge of the bed and rests both of his paws on each of your shoulders. His canine face looks down at you; his deep eyes seem to be filled with more determination now.
"Do you know how we change into new forms?"
Your head lies firmly against the pillow and you merely shake your head slowly.
"Our bodies have a special way of processing different creature's DNA strands. Once introduced into my body, the new DNA and genes are strengthened and become more dominant, replacing the old set of DNA code. The process is painless and the sensations related to existing as a completely different being is remarkable."
Nervousness starts to swell in the bottom of your stomach. Still with no idea of what's going on, you rest in uncomfortable anticipation.
"How do you get this new DNA?" You ask, and are surprised to hear yourself stutter slightly.
In response you feel a soft paw, leave your right shoulder, trace down your chest and stomach, continuing until it stops, resting on the crotch of your pants.
Your breath is sucked away as you try struggle up right. The wolfish creature brings his paws quickly back to your shoulders, and holds you securely against the bed. You struggle, trying to get out of his grasp, but haven't regained all your strength because of how pitifully easy the strong paws hold you down.
"No way! Never! Get off of me!" You cry at him defiantly.
Leaning his muzzle a little closer to your face, you squirm back, and wince as he begins talking calmly.
"That's too bad. You were obviously more eager earlier today."
You stop for a minute, your face flushing red as he continues.
"I'm sorry, but please understand my plight. If I go out like this, they'll find out who was involved and we're both dead. I don't usually have to force this on people, but either you can enjoy it or not, but I'm afraid there's no way to get out of it."
Finally aware of what's going to happen, the knot in your stomach only grows tighter. Breathing heavily, you do see his point and find a part of you is not entirely opposed to the new, exotic idea. Reluctantly, you nod your head in quiet, unassured acceptance, your body quivering in nervousness.
"I've...I've never really been with anyone before so I'm not sure what to-"
The large wolf places a finger across your lips.
"You don't have to do a thing. Just lie back."
You lie down feeling a little open and exposed. You watch fully aware as he places both paws gently on your stomach and slowly moves them, caressing your lower abdomen as he rubs your skin with the warm, furry paws. You ease up a little, enjoying the soothing feeling across your body. Then working his way down, the wolf creature starts brushing against the edge of your belt and pants. Pressing gently he slowly slides a paw under the edge of your pants. You shake a little, and start to get goose bumps. Sliding both paws under the denim edge of your jeans, you feel a wave of new pleasure as the soft furred paws, grope around parts of your crotch and legs that have never touched like that before. Smoothly moving across the skin of your crotch, both paws stoke down and across the inner side of each leg, and then back up, reaching under and carefully cupping your loose balls in the warm, soft paws.
You shudder a lot more visibly, and find your hands holding the edge of the bed. Then for some reason, he withdraws both paws. You understand why and swallow as he starts tugging to undo your belt. Successfully unbuckling it, he manages to unbutton your pants with a slide of his finger claws. You watch him place the very tiny copper zipper between his thumb and finger, and pull down. It unzips into an open V, exposing your boxer covered crotch. Smiling some beneath his muzzle the wolfish creature uses both paws, sliding either one down your outer hips until the folds of your pants and boxers get caught in between his thumb and forefinger. Continuing to slide down, you feel the light fabric of the boxers, and their thicker elastic edge pull down, completely exposing your genitals. They stop, bunching up below the knees from which the furry creature backtracks to the newly exposed region. He delicately lifts your limp maleness with a large furry paw and turns his head, looking at you curiously.
"Sorry, you are a little...intimidating."
"Then why don't you close your eyes. I won't hurt you."
You force your eyes closed and inhale a long breath, trying to calm down. You start breathing more rhythmically using deep, spaced breaths. But your concentration is suddenly interrupted, causing you to catch your breath short.
You try to keep your eyes closed, feeling both paws, resting in the sensitive area where your legs meet your crotch, his furry fingers surrounding the base of your cock, propping it. As you grow more familiar with being touched there, you start to relax more, and find your lips parting in a small grin.
Then suddenly your whole maleness and balls seem to be completely submerged in humid warmth. You hear each breath as the wolfish creature sucks in air and blows deeply and softly, letting the warm air spread over your whole genitals.
You moan a little and sigh in pleasure. Then with out warming, the arid warmth turns damp. You feel a hot wetness surround the head of your maleness. You're jaw shutters. The warm, soft feeling slowly slides down the length, covering your sensitive skin in a small, wet cavern.
You can't resist any longer and your eyelids spring open. You look down over your quickly rising chest, as the wolf creature finishes engulfing the last exposed part of your penis in his deep, long muzzle. Your cock, now completely, and beyond a doubt, as firm as it's ever been your entire life lies completely engulfed in the wolf's furry muzzle. Surprisingly, you can't feel a single tooth, only the soft gums of the inside of his long mouth and caressing movements of his long tongue. You feel the front edges of his muzzle start to slide up, revealing glistening wet skin. Then, after making it half way up, it starts to slide down, this time his tongue is more active, wrapping around the sides of your cock and sometimes covering the head.
You start to feel something in your groin; an urge starting to grow. All you think about is your need for more and faster. You find your hips raising a little, closing off the distance between his nose and your hip. Feeling the warm cock throb a little in its mouth, the wolf quickly slides his muzzle off of your maleness. Leaving your cock wet and exposed, lying straight up, naked and unattended.
You almost cry out in despair from the sudden lack of attention. Your cock pulses a little more as some pre cum rolls off the top. Wrapping a paw around the base of your cock, the wolf creature, presses just the head of your maleness back into the warmth of his muzzle, suckling and licking at the drip, making sure to lick off any excess juices that might come out. You squirm at the focused attention at such a sensitive spot.
Chuckling a little, the wolf starts to stroke very lightly with a paw, up and down, drying it off with his fur and making sure to keep it nice a firm.
"Heh, you almost came in the wrong end."
He smiles warmly at you through his muzzle, while wiping his muzzle with the back of a paw. You try to smile back through your heavy breathing and actually find yourself appreciative of a brief pause, so as to catch your breath.
Stepping away from the bed momentarily, you watch the wolf quickly claw at his belt buckle, unfasten it, and slide off his dark dress pants, along with his boxers. Even though he stands like a regular man, it still amazes you how much he resembles a wolf with his thick brown fur covering every part of his body, save for a few patches of messy fur from the constricting clothing, all coming down to the fluffy point of his slowly swishing tail. Reaching over, his paw grabs the bottle of KY lube on the counter and pops it open, oozing some lubricant onto his left paw, he sets down the bottle, and with his other free paw, pulls his tail upwards. Then, reaching around with the paw that has lube, starts spreading it thoroughly between the two furry cheeks of his rear. Grabbing the tube and squirting some more into the same paw, he steps back of to the bed side and holding the base of your maleness again, carefully applies the lube with a furry paw, covering it completely.
"Ok," he says, wiping off the paw "You're doing great! This next part should be fun, so relax and just do what you were doing before."
A never experienced before thrill races though your body as he climbs up, straddling your stomach area. Carefully kneeling down, you can feel the warmth of his fur along your side as his large legs press against either side of your body. Your stomach churns in anticipation as you watch the wolf, his face full of thrilled concentration as he tries to position himself in the most pleasing way. Finally, after a bit of adjusting, he looks down from his kneeling position over your lower half.
"Ready?"
You shake your head vigorously and watch intently as you feel a paw, grasp the bottom of your cock, making sure it stays positioned right as the great, furry creature slowly lowers his butt cheeks. You feel a slight brushing of soft fur through the lube and slowly his fur covered skin start to press against the head of your maleness as he continues to lower even more. Feeling more pressure against the head of your cock, it finally reaches a small round entrance. You can feel a little more heat through the tight hole, and the extra lube feels as if there will be no resistance. Pausing for just a second at the opening, the creature then carefully drops down - you feel the tight circle spread wider to accommodate the size of your cock, and once it gets past the initial entrance, the wolfish creature just lets his body fall, completely surrounding your cock to the base in hot, tight, slick, wolf body.
Looking up at his face for assurance that everything is ok, he merely smiles, his face a picture of absorbent delight. You smile back, and allow the wolf form to move forward. Without changing the tight position of your cock inside him, he slowly leans forward, lying his entire white furred belly and chest against yours. He slowly slides both furry arms under your back until one stops against the base of your neck, while the other moves to support the back of your head with a large paw. You feel the wolf creature sigh deeply, his chest pressing more firmly against yours, and then rest his head carefully in between your neck and shoulder.
You freeze. You don't want to move, the total and utter feeling of being completely covered in warm fur fogs your mind. You drift in a daze of pleasure only to be jarred awake quickly from the sudden muscle control and tension you feel around your maleness. You feel his rear become even tighter as he squeezes against your hard penis. Almost forcing your cock to slide out of the slick tightness, before loosening his muscles again and you easily slide back into the hot, softness. Again you feel him grip with his rear muscles and can feel his legs tighten against your legs. As the soft squeezing becomes more rhythmic, his main body slowly slides up against your chest, as his hot inside easily moves up your shaft. Using his arms to support himself, all you feel of his body is the soft mass of fur bristling up and down your naked form.
Almost subconsciously you wrap both your arms around the lower part of his back. Petting along with the course of his fur, you match him each time he pulls out from around your firm cock. Your trembling hands find the base of his tail and start using your hands and fingers like a make shift brush, combing through the fur, while scritching the skin underneath. That is good. You here the wolfish creature growl lowly in delight, and squirm some as you continue to massage his tail.
Trying to pull you as close as he can to his furry frame, he starts pressing harder with his rear, trying to take your cock as deep as it can go. You can start feeling a deep rumbling from the soft body above you. You smile as you feel him starting to growl in content, his chest rumbling deeply, sending ripples of pleasure to your hard shaft. Again you feel the welling urge start to grow in your groin. Breathing deeply you find yourself almost moaning along with the wolf as you start to take up thrusting as well, pushing your cock as deep as it'll go when his rear starts to come back down. Your need grows stronger and your slippery shaft slides in and out more quickly, glistening between the vibrating tightness and deep muscles massaging the entire length. This time there is no stopping the urgency of your feeling. You moan louder along with his growling and your hands forget the tail and grab the side of his legs, pulling his furry hips against yours, down as far as it will go, forcing your shaft in as deep as you can make it go into the hot, tight hole.
Your back arches up, under his paws and you think that you would do anything to stay in this moment, but it's unstoppable as you feel it growing intensely stronger. You grunt in massive pleasure, pulling with your might against his furry hips down as far as they'll go against you and all the swelling and growing urgency suddenly explodes forward through your whole cock. You clench your teeth as spurt after spurt surges forward. Panting along with the animal on top of you, you look up through blurry eyes at the furry form, his face beaming with pleasure.
Then amongst the deep throes of your pulsing orgasm, you feel what seems similar to the wolf's previous growling, but this time it more rapid. Focused all around your cock, it vibrates intensely, making your body convulse and shudder. Your back arches even more, as it continues to vibrate and you can feel all the deep muscles in his anus simultaneously massaging up the length of your quivering penis, extracting and milking every last juice out of it.
Your body collapses back onto the bed, completely drained of all energy and strength. The wolf creature also collapses some, resting gently on top of you. Between breathes, heavy and ragged, you manage to piece together a sentence.
"I thought you....were supposed to....change back..."
The wolf face lifts up and licks the side of your cheek playfully.
"Oh, I will. It just takes a few minutes."
You then feel him reach both paws over your head and run smoothly through your damp hair as they wrap around the back of your neck, and crest over your shoulders, sliding down along your chest to your stomach, where they part as he sits up straight. Using both paws to push off the bed, you feel his hips rise slowly and your limp maleness slowly slip out the familiar warmth of the hole and falls against your leg loosely. The wolf lifts his leg over you and steps back onto the floor. You prop yourself up on both elbows and watch as his furry body crouches down to the lower cabinets as he retrieves a small hand towel. Bringing it over, he gently pads your genitals off, wrapping them in the softness of the fluffy towel. After making sure it's nice and dry, he gives it a friendly wet lick, and turns to begin slipping back into his clothes. You follow suit, hopping down from the table and pull up your pants very carefully as to not press to hard against your sensitive genitals. Walking over to the chair where you draped your shirt before, you pull it over your head and push each arm through the sleeves. Once on, you turn to the door where the now human doctor is standing with it open. You walk over to it, smiling deeply and shake his hand.
"Will we ever see each other again?"
"Well I am your doctor aren't, I?"
You chuckle and nod, as he continues in a quieter tone,
"Be sure to keep a keen eye about you, there's more of us around and if you have the same effect on them as you did on me...well, I don't think I need to explain." He grins and winks.
You grin back and walk through the door, back into the fluorescent lit hallways. You can hear him give a quick call behind you and turn.
"Have a good day!"
You wave and just barely hear his other comment directed to a near by woman in a white coat.
"We're going to need a new door for this examining room..."