Only a Fantasy

"That's fine," Amber said, realising a little too late that she had been a little too eager when she said that.

"Well, off you go then. Oh, just a final thing, you may have already gathered but you'll be a while. The other members of staff have been told not to use the corridor to retain as much of Zack's privacy as possible ok?"

"Ok," Amber replied.

She headed towards the corridor in question and found room 11. She knocked and introduced herself.

"Hello, Zack? May I come in?"

"Yes," came Zack's voice from the other side of the door.

Amber entered and saw Zack stood by the examination couch.

"Hi, I'm Amber. I'm relatively new here."

"I thought I hadn't seen you before."

There was a pause.

"So are you here to... erm..." he sheepishly asked.

"Yes I am. Jen has already filled me in on the details of your condition. Anything you need I'm here to help ok?"

"Thanks," he replied with an awkward smile. "Do you have the bucket?"

"Oh shoot, yes, let me just go get it," Amber replied and headed out to the bathroom across the corridor.

Sat in the corner of the bathroom next to the toilet was a large plastic tub which presumably was the bucket in this situation. Clearly it had been fashioned away from it's original purpose but Amber could make out from the label that it held up to 5 litres.

"Holy crap, he fills these?" she asked herself out loud.

She lifted the bucket and took it back to the room.

"Is there anything else you need me to do?" she asked earnestly.

"No, thank you. I've got to sort myself out for now," he said with close to a grimace.

Amber nodded and stepped outside of the room. What a bizarre situation she found herself in. Her mind started wandering as she waited for the first call from Zack. She thought about how difficult it must be being him. Part of her wanted to go in and talk to him about it but recognising that would only serve her own intrigue and offer no help to him other than to make things even more embarrassing, she held herself back.

After about 15 minutes, she heard a call from the other side of the door. She entered the room and could see Zack trying his best to cover up and very full looking bucket a few feet in front of him.

"Oh, you're already done?" she asked innocently.

"Can you bring it back quickly please, there's more..." he asked with an air of desperation.

"Of course, sorry!" Amber said, lifting the now considerably heavier bucket and taking it to the bathroom.

She hauled the bucket up over the toilet and started to pour. Progress was relatively slow as Zack's cum was considerably thicker than what she was used to but eventually it was all flushed away. She walked back over to the room and placed the bucket back in front of him.

"Thank you," he said as she smiled and left the room.

Another 10 minutes passed and she heard him call again. She entered the room to see him scrambling once again to cover up, looking visibly tired and worn out but with another full bucket in front of him. She grabbed the bucket, appreciating the urgency a little more this time and returned to the toilet. The fact he could produce so much was frankly astonishing to Amber. She couldn't help but think back to what the inflation woman had said:

'No guy in the world could cum that much.'

'Well, this one can,' Amber thought to herself.

She wondered what had happened when he'd tried to have sex before. She tried not to imagine it, reminding herself that he was a patient and that as it wasn't medically relevant she had no reason to ask him.

Amber returned the bucket and was about to leave but felt she needed to alleviate some of the additional stress Zack must be under.

"Just so you know, Zack, I appreciate you covering yourself up when I come in but if I can make an observation it does seem to require a bit of effort on your part and if you still have a lot to do it would probably be best to save your energy for that."

"I'd still rather..." Zack began.

"And I appreciate and respect that Zack. But I am a trained professional in a sexual health clinic. I'm not going to faint at the sight of a penis. If you can't cover up, don't worry, ok?"

"Ok. Thanks. Can I get back to...?"

"Of course, sorry," Amber replied pleasantly, leaving the room once again.

30 minutes had passed since the last time Zack had called her and Amber was starting to worry. Given how little time it had taken him before, she would have expected to have taken another two bucket loads by now, and she was becoming slightly concerned given how tired he had looked the last time she was in there. She decided checking in on him would be a good idea. She approached the door and knocked.

"Is everything ok, Zack?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine," came an exasperated response.

"Are you sure? It's been a while since I've needed to come in..."

There was a moments pause.

"Ok fine. To be honest, things aren't going great."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Can I come in? Maybe there's something I can get you?"

"Ok, but I can't cover up, just to warn you..."

"That's ok," Amber said, opening the door.

Zack was leant back against the examination couch looking heavily out of breath. He watched with a little embarrassment as Amber's jaw dropped at what she was seeing. His erect penis was just above average size, around 7-8 inches or so, but what had drawn her attention were his disproportionately big testicles. Each one was around the size of a grapefruit. She had never seen anything like it, at least nothing natural. No wonder his loads were so big. Realising she was staring, she let out a small, polite cough and pulled her gaze away.

"Sorry Zack, that must have been quite uncomfortable," she said.

"A little but I suppose I'm used to it by now," he said with a grimace.

"So, what's gone wrong then?" Amber replied, moving discussion back to business.

"To tell the truth I think I'm just tired. It takes an awful lot out of me, both figuratively and literally I guess."

"Perhaps take a break? If I may, I have a few questions for you about your condition."

Zack thought for a moment.

"Ok, but we'll have to make it quick, if I leave things much longer the pressure build up will be too painful to manage."

"Excellent! Er, I mean thank you, just tell me to leave whenever you're ready to go again ok?"

"Ok."

"Ok, so, firstly, when did this all start?"

"It's a genetic disorder so I've always had it, but it didn't start to become a problem until I hit puberty."

"Of course, that makes sense. And the swelling, is it like this all the time?"

"No, once I'm done they go back to just above average. They get worse when I'm aroused so I leave it as long as I can before I come here because once I start to masturbate they really go mad. Like they're twice the size they were when I walked in here earlier. I have to come and do this though otherwise they just keep gradually swelling until I can't walk down the street without being noticed anymore."

"That sounds rough," Amber replied sympathetically.

"You'd think I'd enjoy the attention but yeah, it kind of sucks. Not to mention how sore and sensitive they get."

Amber had at least one more question she wanted to ask but didn't want to embarrass Zack any more than necessary. Or at the very least, she didn't want to ask the question in an embarrassing way...

"Has this effected your sex life in any way?"

"Well, yeah of course," Zack replied, visibly uncomfortable.

"Sorry Zack, I don't mean to badger you with very obvious questions you've heard before. It's just that, as you're no doubt aware, your condition is exceptionally rare and from a selfish point of view I may not get the chance to talk to someone with it again. It's invaluable information for me."

She felt as if she was emotionally blackmailing him which hadn't been her intention, but there was also a lot of truth in what she'd just said. Thinking proactively, she could potentially base a study around him that would get her a lot of recognition and improve her career prospects. Although she had a nagging feeling that this wasn't her only intention...

"Um, ok. What do you want to know exactly?"

"Have you had many sexual partners?"

"No."

"By choice, or?"

"Not really no. I mean I am still a young guy, even with this condition I have wants and needs like everyone else, yeah? It normally goes well until they see me like this, they normally get freaked out and leave once they see how big my balls are. Some have even seen them swell up and it was too much for them to deal with so they just kinda left."

"So you've never had sex then?"

"I have, but it was back before things really started to kick in. They were still a little over average but they didn't swell as much. There was still lot's of er... semen though..."

"You can call it cum if you want," Amber interjected, enthralled by what she was seeing.

Zack gave her an odd look but continued regardless.

"Ok, there was still lots of cum though. Not anywhere near as much as now but still enough to weird out the girls I was with when I finished in them. There was even this one girl who insisted I... er..."

"It's ok, carry on," Amber said with a pleasant smile. She could sense Zack was becoming more comfortable talking about this which pleased her no end.

"Well, she insisted I cum in her mouth. I tried to tell her that was a bad idea but she was either too horny or too proud to listen. When I started she almost immediately choked and pulled me out and it just went everywhere..."

'Amateur' Amber couldn't help but think,

"After that she got cleaned up and just left. I haven't seen her since."

"And you said this was before everything 'kicked in'?"

Zack seemed to wince slightly.

"I'm really sorry Amber, I'm going to have to start again, the pain is getting worse..."

"I just have a few more questions," she said insistently.

"Please, I need to relieve this..."

"Well, you can start while I'm in here still, I don't mind," Amber pushed back.

Zack thought for a second. Amber was sure he would have fought back had his need not been so urgent, but he was clearly in no place to be able to put up much resistance.

"Ok, whatever," he said as he grabbed his cock and started to pump.

"Thanks. So before, you were saying about when it 'kicked in'?" she continued, doing her best to maintain eye contact with him and avoid looking at him pumping his cock.

"Yeah, uh, not long after the girl I was talking about before, um, I started to notice my balls got a lot bigger when I was hard. At first, ah, I thought it was great and I would proudly flout it to any girl I got with. I guess they didn't believe me until they, ugh, saw it for themselves and then they just freaked out and left."

"So, you've never came inside a girl since then?"

"No, I, agh, I'm sorry, I'm really close, I need the bucket!"

Amber quickly grabbed it and held it in position to catch Zacks cum so he didn't have to break his pace. With a moan, she saw his cock swell and a thick, continuous rope of cum start to shoot out of the end of the tip. She watched in awe as a veritable stream of cum kept pouring and pouring out of Zack's cock for at least a few minutes, just about filling the bucket in one ejaculation. Finally, it stopped.

"Wow, Zack! I can't believe you fill this thing in one go! I assumed it took at least few times! On the plus side though, your balls have..."

Amber was about to say that Zack's balls had shrunk back down to normal, but she could see them swelling back to what they'd been before. It was an incredible sight, and one that Amber had to admit she found oddly arousing.

"It keeps happening until I'm done," Zack seemed to be confirming. "Please hurry!"

"O-of course," Amber said a little flustered.

She left the room and headed to the bathroom, in a slightly heady daze at what she'd just witnessed. She had more questions, of course, but above all else she really wanted to watch that happen again. She hoped Zack would allow her to stay.

Amber returned to the room and went back to the position she had been in. Zack hadn't asked her to leave, which was great, but he also hadn't started pumping his cock again.

"You can carry on," she encouraged him with a smile.

"I want to, but I need a few minutes," he said, clearly trying to hide the pain in his voice.

Amber decided that a new course of action was in order.

"If you like, I could maybe take over..."

"What?"

"Well, if you're tired then maybe you should rest and I'll takeover pumping your cock for you."

Zack looked stunned for a moment.

"Er, I-I mean are you even allowed to do that?"

"I was told before coming in here today that I couldn't help in that way unless the situation was severe. You're hiding it well but you're clearly in a lot of pain and we need to be proactive about fixing that pain for you. With your permission, I would like to help alleviate that pain. And besides, I still have a few more questions for you."

Zack was still considering it. It felt very odd for Amber not to get an immediate yes from a guy at the offer of a handjob and if anything it seemed strangely sweet that he hadn't just said yes straight away.

"You won't get in trouble for this will you?" he finally asked.

"I was told to help you relieve yourself. I don't have to go into detail as to how that was achieved," Amber said with a shrug.

Zack considered it for another moment before silently nodding. With a smile, Amber moved to Zack's right and placed her hand around his still raging boner. He was clearly trying not to, but Zack let out a little moan as she started to slowly pump his cock up and down.

"So," Amber continued, "Going back to my question, have you came in a girl since then?"

"No I, ah, I haven't," Zack replied, clearly trying to keep his composure. "To be honest I'm a little concerned what might happen."

"How so?" Amber asked intrigued.

"Well, I'm worried that if I did, umh, if I did cum inside a girl, I might end up hurting them. It's way too much of a risk."

This was playing into Amber's fantasies beautifully. She would enjoy remembering this later.

"What do you think would happen, out of interest?"

"Well all the cum I produce has to go somewhere, right? Ah, so if I was to cum inside a girl well she might just, I dunno, blow up!"

"It would probably just be her stomach," Amber told him, unconsciously pumping slightly harder.

"But still, even if it didn't cause any, ugh, any damage, who would willingly want to do that?"

"You'd be surprised. I had a lady in here last week who inflates herself on purpose because it turns her on."

"What? How? I didn't even know that was possible!"

"She inserts a pump anally and slowly fills herself with water."

"That sounds like, ah, like it would hurt."

"It could, but the anus and anal tract are surprisingly pliant. As long as she's careful, she can get as big as she wants."

"So what you're saying is, uh, I need to find a girl who doesn't mind being blown up like a cum balloon while I screw her ass?"

Amber's pumping had become strong and rapid as her own arousal levels shot through the roof. Zack's attention was pulled away from his question as he rocketed towards another big ejaculation. Amber grabbed the bucket as she continued to furiously pump his cock and watched in delight as once again cum started to shoot out of Zack like a faucet being fully opened.

The bucket was close to overflowing by the time the last dribble dropped out of the end of Zack's cock. His balls had slowly shrunk as more and more came out of him until they were once again back to normal. Amber was almost certain that must have been the end of it. She figured the heightened arousal from having someone else perform the action would be enough to finally finish Zack off. But his cock was still hard and she watched with secret glee as his balls once again filled and swelled back to their massive previous size.

"I'll be back shortly," she told him, carefully heaving up the bucket of cum so as not to spill any.

It took every ounce of self-control Amber had to not just thrust her hand down the front of her underwear and finger herself into orgasm once she got to the bathroom. Being faced with the reality that there was a man out there who in theory could blow someone up with enough cum to double, triple, possibly even quadruple the size of their stomach and that that man was in the room across the hall no less was more than she could handle. She wanted it. She wanted it so, so badly, regardless of the consequences. She just had to hope he wanted it too.

Concocting a plan in her mind, she returned to the room.

"Gosh that bucket is heavy, I'm beginning to get as tired as you are," she said with a warm laugh.

"I'm really sorry, I can't control when all this stops..."

"No, no, it's ok. It's not your fault. Although I do have a theory as to why it hasn't stopped yet..."

"What is it? I'd honestly love to know, anything to make all of this easier."

"In your experience, is masturbating satisfying as sex?"

"Well, no but..." Zack suddenly realised what Amber was implying. "No, no, I can't ask you to do that for me! The handjob was one thing, but you could get fired! You've been so kind to me already that I couldn't live with that over something like getting my rocks off."

"I understand and appreciate what you are saying Zack, but if I'm being completely honest with you, I really want to try this. From a medical standpoint, it could mean that we find a way to make this whole process a heck of a lot quicker for you which means less pain and could even mean you don't need to come here as often. From a psychological standpoint, I think it would benefit you to know that just because you have a massive load doesn't mean you have to miss out for other people's benefit. Your partner would need to be understanding of that, but still, I wouldn't want you to have that mental block. And finally, from a personal standpoint, I really, really want to know what it feels like being filled up with that much cum."

Amber had unconsciously transitioned her voice into one of desire and desperation on her final point. She could see the desire burning in Zack's eyes too but that he was still conflicted. She watched as he looked at her, back down at his inflated balls and back to her.

"Ok," he seemed to croak through a dry mouth.

Amber couldn't hide the glee from her face. She locked the door and then ran over to the supply cupboard and grabbed a bottle of medical lube. Squirting a large amount of the stuff on her hands, she started to rub it in to Zack's cock who watched in amazement as his nurse giddily lubed him up. Once she was happy he was ready, Amber stood and pulled her scrubs and her underwear down just enough to expose her pert buttocks. She turned away from Zack and reached around to grab his cock and start to guide it towards her asshole.

"Wait," Zack suddenly said. "In your asshole?"

"Yes, it's more pliant, remember?" Amber said impatiently.

"Ok, but er, I might not last too long, I've never done anal before..."

"That isn't a problem, I want you to cum as soon as you feel you can, ok?" Amber hurriedly reassured him.

She continued lining him up until she could feel the head of his cock on the outside of her waiting asshole. She rubbed him up and down herself to apply some of the lube to herself and then started to shift her weight backwards. Zack's cock slipped in without much resistance (this wasn't Amber's first rodeo after all) and she sat backwards allowing his cock to slip deep inside her as she did.

"Mmmm that's a nice big cock you've got there Zack," Amber purred as she gyrated her hips slowly against his crotch and allowed herself to get used to him.

"Your ass feels amazing," a nearly breathless Zack replied.