Doodle Story: Routine Checkup
#1 of Darin's "Adventures"
A chubby bear goes to the doctor's office for a rectal examination. But it's the doctor who gets more than he bargained for...
Contains anal vore.
Doodle Story: Routine Checkup
It was very late in the evening, but he still requested to have an appointment at the doctor's office, even though the place was going to close down in a matter of minutes, not hours. The staff usually preferred when furries didn't come in so late at night, because they, like the rest of the working citizens in Furtopia, were tired and eager to go home. But now, another customer was in their way of coming home to a comfy bed and a hot dinner. Lucky for them, it was only one customer, who had been to the doctor's office for several months now. He also went there late at night for some peculiar reason, but the staff never bothered to ask questions. It was his choice, and they couldn't force him to come early. Besides, the furry paid good money, and would even slip the nurse an extra twenty dollars or so just for being so nice to him. Right now the furry was sitting on an examination table, tapping his fingers on the leather material with a sheet of plastic covering it. He looked around the room, taking note of the cabinets, the various medical supplies, and some posters explaining the skeletal structure of a common furry, as well as a poster displaying what causes allergies. His name was Darin, and he was a Himalayan Brown Bear. Unlike the common bear, his fur was a combination of the colors red and brown, and some furries would even call him a red bear. He was only wearing a white jersey and a pair of dark green jeans. Although the bear had some bulk in his system, no one could ignore that bloated gut below his chest, always bulging outwards like it was ready to pop. On one occasion, the button to a pair of pants he wore snapped right off and when he bent over later that day, his pants ripped wide open so the world could see his underwear, which had green hearts on them. Since that day, Darin switched over to wearing husky sized clothes...and they were still too small for him. Truth of it was, Darin was obese. Despite it all, he didn't really care, and loved to walk around fat and happy, even if it wasn't possible for him to fit through certain turnstiles without hopping over them or sucking in his flabby gut. The bear sat in silence for the next few minutes, hearing nothing short of the clock ticking, before the door swung open and revealed the doctor, a short, brown otter who looked like he just came out of medical school. He was wearing a traditional white coat and blue scrubs underneath the jacket.
"Well, hello there! My name's Doctor Irin. And you must be Darin Kulhauser, right?"
"Yeah. Guess the staff told you about me already?"
"Yes, and I see you haven't taken Doctor Abraham's advice to lose a bit of weight."
Darin chuckled and patted his sloshing gut. "Guilty."
"But we'll talk about the weight another day. What seems to be the problem?"
"I'm not sure, doc. For the past few days I've been having some bowel issues."
"Are you constipated or do you endure pain while using the restroom?"
"It's uh, well, it's a bit of both. I'm hoping it's not serious, but it seems to be getting worser everyday."
"Worse." corrected the doctor.
"Right. Anyway I came tonight hoping I could get a prostate exam."
"Are you sure that's necessary? It's possible you don't have enough fiber in your diet. That would definitely explain the constipation."
"Well, it can't hurt to be too careful, right?"
"Good point. All right, I'll just wash my paws, put on a pair of gloves and we'll get started."
The otter walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, squirting a few drops of antibacterial soap into his paws before rubbing them together and running some of the water on them.
"So you've had a rectal examination before, right Mr. Kulhauser?"
"Yeah. I just pull my pants down, squat, and let you stick your paw up my ass, right?"
"A bit of a vulgar way to put it, but yes." said the otter, turning off the faucet and wiping off his paws.
Dr. Irin walked over to the container holding hundreds of pairs of beige latex gloves and pulled out a clean pair, slipping each one on in a matter of seconds, stretching them out as far as he could to make sure his paws were fully covered.
"All right, you know how this works Mr. Kulhauser: just turn around, pull your pants down, place your paws on the examination table, and squat a little. I'll take care of the rest."
"Okay, Doctor."
The bear hopped off the examination table and turned around before sighing and unzipping his husky sized jeans. Then he grabbed his boxers and trousers by the waistband and dragged them down to his ankles. Once he stood back up, he placed his chubby paws on the examination table and sighed again. The doctor looked down at the fat bear's flabby, hairy ass cheeks and stepped back two feet before coughing a few times. The one important thing that Darin (or anyone in the staff) hadn't informed the doctor of was that the ursine had a rather repugnant anus, and that wasn't putting it lightly. Darin didn't have the smelliest pair of buttocks in town, but a few furries would go as far as saying he always wiped his ass with a musky rag instead of toilet paper. It was so strange too, because the bear showered every other day. Furries just assumed he was too lazy to wash out his tailhole or too fat to reach around and scrub the crusty shit out of it. Either way, Dr. Irin couldn't stop coughing once he got a whiff of the ursine's foul posterior, which was clearly filling the room.
"So...are we going to get started now, or do you still have to prepare?"
The otter coughed. "No, no, we'll get started now."
Dr. Irin got on his knees so he was looking directly at the bear's rump before he sighed and started to grope the ursine's ass cheeks. The otter never gave anyone with an ass this stinky a rectal examination before, so he was a bit apprehensive with shoving his paw up his rectum. Right now, the otter didn't want to know what he'd find in there...or what would fall out haphazardly. Darin sighed as his butt jiggled a little.
"Hey doc, I thought you were going to insert your paw inside my anus, not around it?"
"I-I am. I just uh...I wanna make sure you have no sores or abnormal boils on your buttocks. Like you said, can't hurt to be too careful."
"Ah. Good thinking."
After stalling for a minute or two, Darin stuck out his ass a little more and lifted his bushy tail, waiting for the doctor to shove his fingers inside and give the bear his examination. The otter was still cautious, but he had a job to do and he wanted to go home and finish that chocolate cake he had sitting in his fridge. He was gonna have to inspect the bear's malodorous ass sooner or later. Dr. Irin raised his right paw and started to move it towards his anus. When he finally reached the asshole, he stuck his index finger inside and started to feel around the rectum walls. After hearing a couple of disgusting squishes and Darin sighing with glee, he heard a loud, short noise that sounded like a horn blowing. The otter caught wind of the nasty flatus and immediately took his finger out, while the bear gasped and chuckled.
"Ooh! Pardon me, doc."
Dr. Irin didn't answer; he was too busy coughing and hacking as the stench crawled into his mouth and nostrils. As if Darin's ass wasn't bad enough, now he had the rotten stench of old eggs and sulfur infiltrating the atmosphere and quickly stinking up the room. The doctor had to admit that he had been farted on before while giving a prostate exam, but he usually found a way to ignore the stench and continue with the procedure. Now, the gas was so strong that his eyes were burning...and it was all because of one, short burst too. He didn't dare think about what happened if the ursine Dutch Ovened him.
"AHEM! Um, what did you eat today, Mr. Kulhauser?"
"Six cheese omelets and a glass of orange juice for breakfast, two BLTs and four grilled bacon-cheeseburgers for lunch, and I recently ate seven thick chimichangas for dinner."
"You gotta learn to watch your weight. Eating all that food in one day isn't good for your health, less you want to develop high cholesterol or a heart condition. I also encourage you to exercise more."
"I thought we were just here for the rectal exam?"
"...Right."
The otter moved back over to the bear's funky ass and sighed heavily again, hoping he wouldn't fart in his face. The brown otter stuck his finger inside his asshole a second time and began to feel around his sphincter. Dr. Irin grunted as he inspected his foul derriere and started to uncover what the problem was. He could feel the ursine's shit crumbs crushing as he moved his finger around and could've sworn he saw some flakes fall to the floor, but he ignored it to his best ability. Darin moaned blissfully as he kept his paws on the table, his flaccid penis suddenly extending as the doctor moved his finger around. The otter noticed his growing cock, but this was also normal, as massaging a sensitive area on the body could easily stimulate a furry.
"PHEW!! I don't mean to sound crass, but when was the last time you cleaned out your anus?"
"Too stinky for ya, doc?"
"Quite the opposite; your buttocks isn't the worst one I've smelled before." he lied.
"Then why ask the question?"
"Because I'm feeling a few lumps inside...and judging by the sight and offensive odor of your tailhole, it seems like an infection or rash is spreading inside due to an extreme level of dirtiness."
The doctor decided to go deeper into Darin's asshole and started to jam his entire paw into the bear's stinky ass, making Darin gasp with euphoria as his phallus extended another inch or two. The doctor groaned and shook his head, appalled at what he felt.
"Hmm...it feels like...yes...yes, your rectum feels like it's swollen. Tell me, do you have anal sex often?"
"Just because I have a boner from you sticking your paw up my ass makes me queer?"
Darin wasn't gay, but in the past, he found much pleasure shoving various things up his ass. He always told himself to ignore that a dildo looked strangely like a man's dick and that he wasn't gay. Granted, the bear never had sex before (at least that's what he told furries) so anyone would consider him to be a fat asexual who only pleased himself via masturbation and inserting objects up his fat ass.
"No, no, not at all, but I've seen this dozens of times with furries or scalies who either have anal sex without protection, or with furries who are the submissive partner of a furry with a wide and/or barbed penis. If not that, I'm assuming that you insert objects or butt plugs into your anus, yes?"
"That's right."
"Hmm..."
The doctor moved his paw around Darin's ass some more and noticed that it was stretchy and capable of swallowing his paw whole if needed.
"Your tailhole is also stretchy unlike the common ursine anus, indicating that your tailhole is semi-hyper, or has grown stretchy over time. What is it that you shove into your anus again?"
The doctor waited for the bear to answer, but he didn't open his mouth. All he could hear was the clock ticking in the background.
"Mr. Kulhauser?"
Dr. Irin heard a loud, squishy slurp and moved forward half an inch. He looked at the bear's asshole and noticed that his entire paw was stuck inside. He grunted and moved backwards, trying to remove his paw. Nothing happened. He grunted again and yanked harder this time. Still nothing. The same, squishy slurp was heard again and Dr. Irin moved forward another inch.
"Something wrong, doc?"
Dr. Irin grunted and jammed his other paw inside the bear's ass-the tailhole was stretchy so he knew it wouldn't harm Darin at all.
"Just a slight miscalculation."
As the otter tried to take out his right paw with his left one, he heard the juicy slurp again and grunted, moving forward another inch. He was dangerously close to the bear's stinky ass and was suddenly wishing that he had brought a clothespin with him. He looked down at both arms and realized that both of them were awkwardly stuck inside Darin's butt. The doctor grunted twice, trying to move his arms out of his anal sphincter, but they wouldn't budge. Dr. Irin heard another wet slurp and moved forward some more so half his arms were stuck inside the foul crack in-between Darin's ass cheeks. The otter looked up at the ursine and started to pant nervously. Nothing could be more embarrassing than having both of his arms jammed up someone's ass. But just when Dr. Irin didn't think anything could get worse, it did. He heard the same sloppy, slurping sound and was sucked in so far that his muzzle was almost dabbing the furry's stinky ass cheeks, and over half his arms were stuck inside now. The otter was panicking, jerking himself backwards and desperately trying to remove himself from such a grimy pair of flabby buttocks, but to no avail. Another slurp was heard. This time, Dr. Irin shouted and began to whimper. His nose was touching the ursine's dirty tailhole, and he was looking at his ring bulging in and out like it were pulsating. Darin growled pleasurably as his erection continued to grow before the ring sucked the unfortunate doctor further inside so half of his muzzle was stuck inside his anus. Dr. Irin shouted several times and veered his head backwards, inhaling loudly once he managed to get in a breath of fresh air, but it was his last. The doctor screamed once the sloppy sound was heard again and the next thing he knew, he was looking inside a dirty, messy, brown asshole. He could vaguely see the anal walls and some of the hard feces still stuck along the walls, not to mention some of the swollen areas of the anus. The doctor closed his eyes and mouth so none of the excrement would fall inside before he tried to move his head out of Darin's ass, to no success. That's when the otter finally knew what Darin was doing. He knew why his ass was swollen and why it was so stretchy. Darin Kulhauser was a professional (well, maybe not professional due to his sores) anal vorist. That's why the bear grew his boner so quickly, because he was enjoying the moment just before he began to vore the otter with his ass. And he, like a fool, played right into the ursine's trap. Dr. Irin knew that one of two things was gonna happen now: he was gonna be digested in Darin's rotund gut and come back out in a mound of shit and stinky bones, or he was gonna come back out whole, still alive, but covered in shit. ...With how nasty his ass stank, Dr. Irin was beginning to hope for the former, not the latter.
Darin growled levelly again with a leering grin on his face as he panted softly and continued to vore the doctor. He inhaled sharply and started to suck in the doctor with another loud, disgusting slurp before growling again, his cock throbbing as it was fully erect. Half of the doctor was up his ass now, revealing nothing except everything below his waist. He wasn't fighting Darin anymore-probably unconscious from the stench-but his tail still wagged back and forth zealously. However, once the bear bent over and squatted, he inhaled sharply again with his eyes shut and slurped the otter up until nothing was left showing but his legs. A thin trail of pre was hanging from his glans, ready to fall onto the tiled floor. The ursine was enjoying this all too much; anymore and he'd cum all over the examination table. Darin was so happy with his secret fetish that it was almost an obsession now. The bear didn't vore furries and scalies purely because he was hungry and his ravenous appetite would never end. No, he did it because anal voring involved shoving something up his ass. He didn't know how it started or why, but now, whenever he had the chance to stick something up his bum, he wouldn't miss the opportunity. When he was a teenager, it was simple, small things: pencils, pens, marbles, remote controls, etc. But as he grew older, and his ass grew fatter, he went to larger things, like dildos, trophies, metal baseball bats-he even tried a table lamp once. Now, he was shoving furries up his ass...and he loved every second of it. He adored the soggy, tight sensation of a full grown animal slowly being ingested by his ass. It was such a bizarre way to eat someone, and an even weirder way to get turned on, but he loved it, and it was much more satisfying than masturbating. All he had to do was lure a furry over to his ass, and then he'd do the rest. The trail of pre dripping from the head of his cock was thicker now, and a bit of cum was mixed in with it. He knew that he was probably gonna cum soon, but right now, he didn't care. All he had to do was release the doctor in his backyard, persuade him not to mention what happened, and he'd be off the hook, so he didn't have to worry if his semen sample led back to him and incriminated him. Darin snarled loudly again as he sucked in the otter again, leaving nothing except for his lifeless footpaws. The ursine started to inhale and exhale a few times, ready to orgasm and ingest Dr. Irin all the way.
"Just...one more...Darin..."
The bear shut his eyes with his teeth grit before he sucked in the otter all the way, bending over a little to push his soles inside the tailhole so he was completely gone. With a loud, filthy squelch, the otter went up his anus, and Darin shouted as his body shook involuntarily. He came all over the side of the examination table, watching as three thick globs of white semen splattered against the leather material. The bear murred softly again and stood up, pressing his meaty paws against his asshole to make sure no trace of Dr. Irin was left. Then he bent down and pulled his pants and boxers back up, grunting as he tried to button them back up. When he finally did, he sighed and let his spherical belly hang over the waistband, rubbing it and hearing all the juices slosh around, knowing that the doctor was thrashing around somewhere in there. Then he left the room and walked over to the receptionist's desk, getting out his wallet and paying for the appointment.
"The doctor find out what the problem was Mr. Kulhauser?"
"Yep! I couldn't be any happier!"
"That's good! You have a nice night Mr. Kulhauser."
As the bear started to hear for the door, his belly grumbled loudly. Before he had the chance to stop himself, the bear bent over and farted so hard that his pants vibrated a little. Once he let out what sounded like a motorboat sputtering for four seconds, everyone still left in the office groaned loudly and covered their noses, disgusted by the foul stench of rotten eggs and Mexican food...and an otter. Darin turned around and looked at everyone as his cheeks turned bright red.
"Sorry! Otters give me gas!"