Penipples

It started with itchy nipples. I thought it was the shirt I wore, rayon or somethin' that caught on my nipples an' irritated 'em. Happens to all us guys, once in a while, I suppose. Anyway, I din't think a thing about it. But it happened again a few weeks later in bed. I woke up in the dark to itchy nipples an' scratched at 'em absentmindedly, half awake. In the morning they were a little raw an' swollen.

"Kathy," I said, "do my nipples look funny to you?"

My girlfriend rolled 'er busty, stripper body over an' brushed the dark hair from 'er eyes, grabbed for 'er glasses, creased 'er forehead lookin' closely in the morning light.

"I can't see anythin', Ted. Whataya talkin about?"

"My nipples're sore. They itched an' I scratched 'em in my sleep."

"Well, I guess they're a little red, now you mention it." She rolled back over. It was Sunday.

I got up an' took a piss, had a shower. The hot water made my nipples tingle. Rubbin' 'em felt pretty good to tell ya the truth.

Mosta the time I din't notice, but then especially at night or if I had a coupla beers they got real itchy. So it began to annoy me. The bad thing was it felt good to scratch the itch, but I looked a fool doin' it. A guy can't go round rubbin' himself, right? It was distractin',

But here's the killer. When Kathy an' I boned they'd get really sensitive an' rubbin' 'em was especially good. I'd tell her to bite 'em an' lick 'em an' she was happy to make me happy. I got a good cock an' a good style, ya know. Keeps the ladies comin' back. Anyway, I'd never needed my tits played with like that, but now they wanted as much attention as my dick. Like it felt really good for Kathy to ride me like a stallion, you know, cowgirl, an' lean her weight on my chest after suckin' on 'em an' we'd both rise to glory. Man, it was like comin' all over.

Then it got stranger.

"Ted," Kathy said one time we were goin' at it, "Ya know yer nipples are bigger an' longer 'an mine now?"

"What?" Sure they'd been gettin' more itchy, but bigger? I looked an' she was right, they was stickin' right outa my chest like raspberries. She flicked 'em with her fingers. It felt OK, I admit.

Kathy could lick 'er own nipples if I asked 'er to. "They're like lady nips now, Ted. Maybe I should stop suckin' em, huh?"

"Naw, don't stop. How could that be doin' it? That ain't scientific." Besides it felt so good to have 'er suck 'em. I kinda wanted it almost alla time now.

After a while the areola started swellin' and the nipples got even longer. I couldn't cover 'em with a shirt even. I guess that's how women feel when their nips get hard in the cold or whatever. I was so self conscious. It was hard to hang with my buds or work with 'em bangin' nails without a sports bra. Had to get Kathy to buy me one an' man it was weird to squeeze inta that.

"They's like little dicks on your chest, Ted," Kathy said one day after fuckin' me. "See they get hard an' long an' now ya got like a ball sack underneath." She was right. In the mirror I could see two miniature cock an' balls hanging from my pecs. Now I got some good pecs, so there was room for 'em to hang down underneath, but I did really need the bra to keep 'em there.

"Think maybe I should go to the doctor, Kathy, huh?"

"I think you're right. This is gettin' pretty weird, ya ask me. Honestly, Ted,I don't know if I can keep on with this." She started flippin' through 'er phone. "It's freakin' me out a little."

"You'd quit me over this?" Well, we'd had a pretty good seven months. Not bad for the strippers I'd dated, really.

"Look, here's the numba of the Doctor some a the girls go to. She's some kinda specialist in genitals or something. Doin' a study a stripper coochies."

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"So, Mr. Murphy, what brings you in today," asked the nurse, a nicely rounded blonde, as she unrolled the blood pressure cuff. Her scrubs were light pink with little blue diamonds on 'em and they hugged 'er curves like they were designed to. "You've got an itch?"

Jesus, these doctors. You have to wait three weeks for an appointment, an hour in the waiting room, fill out six forms by hand, all half the same an' explain yourself to five different people, none a who can help ya. By this time I was a little pissed. So I yanked my t-shirt off an' showed 'er my chest, little cocks danglin'. She backed up a step, mouth open.

"I'll get Doctor Hogan. Just make yourself comfortable." An' she rushed herself outta that room.

Maybe I shouldn't a done that, but I was tired a waiting. An' those three weeks since I made the appointment had just let my penipples, as Kathy started calling 'em, get bigger. They was half the size a the real thing. And I was horny alla time, too. Kathy was gettin' tired a me pesterin' her an I don't blame 'er. I cupped a hand around each a them an' that was real comfortin'. Kathy said if the doctor couldn't fix it she was out, an' I figured most girls'd feel that way, too. This might be my only chance to get normal again.

My head was hangin' pretty low when Dr. Hogan came in, her smile professional, 'an a crease in 'er forehead. She had a long white coat an' a stethoscope, but I noticed 'er tight calves an' low heels. Her brown hair was up in a bun, a pencil stuck in it.. That nurse musta told 'er somethin' about me an' my 'condition'.

"I understand you've got a growth, perhaps. Is it painful, Mr. Murphy?" She seemed like she might care so I relaxed a little. I let my hands drop an' sat upright, pushin' the little dicks at 'er.

"Oh my," she said, "I've not seen anything quite like this before. Are they painful at all?" She leaned in to look closer. Bein' a guy I looked down her coat tryin' to see her tits, but she kept 'em buttoned up tight.

"Naw, just itchy. An' I can't stop thinkin' about 'em. I mean, it feels good to touch 'em an' I can't not think about 'em now." I felt like cryin', honestly. Maybe I could get an answer here. I'd started to worry, what if they didn't stop growing? Was I gonna go crazy outta plain horniness?

"How long have you had this, ah, condition?" She stared intently at 'em an' I could feel it like she was touchin' me. I'd only shared them with Kathy so far. It was like not havin' my pants on in fronta this strange woman. The penipples began to swell an' rise.

"May I manipulate you?" asked the doctor.

"Uhh, OK," I felt my heart race. She reached an' hefted the right one in 'er soft hand, feeling it gently with 'er fingertips. As she squeezed it got harder an' I began to feel faint. My real cock got hard in my pants. The doctor pulled an' pressed an' rotated the stiff rod. I guess she wanted to see how well attached it was. I groaned.

"Does that hurt?" She looked up at me.

"Naw, but I, uh, I could, well it feels like you was givin' me a handjob," I couldn't look 'er in the eye. Bein' half naked under fluorescent lights made me a little bashful.

"Oh! This is so unusual. The organ responds to stimulation erotogenically, apparently." She seemed thoughtful as she eased the little ball sack down against my ribs. "Lie back on the table, please, and unfasten your pants. I'm going to palpate your abdomen."

When the doctor says lie down, well, ya just gotta do that, don't ya? The white paper on the table crinkled loud. I unbuckled my belt an' undid the top button of my jeans an' lay there, hard in three places, so hard my cockhead nearly poked out of my waistband. My skin tingled all over.

The doctor leaned over me. I could smell 'er perfume. She was breathing deeply, too. With both hands she pressed on my abs. Now I got a really good six pack so mostly she was feelin' muscle an' she was pressin' pretty good on me, moving her fingers around an' gettin' closer to my pants. I was hard as a bat an' afraid of embarrassin' myself an' 'er, too. Maybe she'd just ignore my boner as a medical professional. I stared at the ceiling countin' the holes in the acoustic tiles.

"I'll need to palpate your groin area, Mr. Murphy. May I unzip your pants?"

"Ahh, awright." What, I was gonna say, 'no'?

She pulled down the zipper an' that was a little relief on my bound up boner, but she had to see the damn thing bulgin' there. "Raise your hips, please," she said. I did an' she pushed my pants an' boxers down to my thighs. So there I was naked with, like, three hardons. I'm sure the real one had dripped some already. The cool air didn't shrink me any. Actually, bein' free just made me swell more.

The doctor cleared 'er throat an' continued to press 'er fingers inta my belly, working 'er way down. "Hmm," she breathed. Her right hand slipped along the groove beside my balls an' thigh an' she circled 'er fingers under my balls, making a pincer around my cock, thumb in my pubic hairs. Then she could point my cock in any direction, which she did methodically. North, east, south, west. Holding me straight up with 'er right, 'er left hand felt all over my lower belly an' groin. I was tremblin'. I looked down an' saw her leaning in close, examining the area intently. "Hmm," she said again. Her breath on my cockhead was like a feather. I had dripped a trail of fluid down across 'er thumb.

"Is somethin' wrong with me, Doc?" I asked, voice shaky. She looked concerned, biting 'er lips, but didn't return my gaze an' said, "Nothing obvious, Mr Murphy. I can detect no swollen glands or other growths."

Holding my cock in her right hand she reached with her left an' touched my right penipple. It was stretched hard across my chest just like the other one. They felt hot an' thick. My whole chest was tight. In fact, my whole body was tensed up an' rigid on the table, sweatin' too.

"Do these organs always respond to digital stimulation in this manner?" she asked, circling the penipple with 'er fingers just like the real one.

"Yeah, yeah. But they don't need no stimulation. That's what I'm worried about, Doc. They're makin' me unbearably horny, see? Yeah they like gettin' touched, but it's more like they gotta have that stimulation, not the other way 'round."

"So when I touch you they aren't simply aroused in a sympathetic response to stimulation either on site or to your genitals?" She kept squeezin' an' pullin' on both of 'em.

"I can't live like this, Doc!" I nearly cried.

"What gives relief?" The doctor was pulling rhythmically, now. She'd let go of my balls an' was sliding 'er right hand up my cock, slippery with my ooze. "I observe that the organs on your chest don't emit a pre-ejaculate. Have you ever noticed a fluid exudate from the site?"

"I don't think so. They ain't got no hole in the end. Ya might ask Kathy, though. She's messed with 'em more 'an me."

"Kathy is your sexual partner? Have you had sexual relations with more than one person since this condition began? I may need to examine them, too."

"Uh, no." I had to think for a minute. There was Sandy, but she was last fall an' then that waitress over in Roxy in March, but that was a quick doggie 'an I never got my shirt off anyway. "Umm, right no, not since they started itchin' back in May, or April."

"Can I infer that your sexual partner has an intimate understanding of your base-line condition?" She kept pulling an' squeezin'. Then abruptly she released both parts a me. I nearly screamed in frustration.

"I don't know! Whataya talkin' about?" I was too hot to think straight an' I couldn't help touching myself.

"Please don't do that, Mr. Murphy. It'll negatively affect my examination." She took my hand away an' lay it back on the table. But my cock lay on my belly pulsing, makin' a little puddle, an' when I breathed the penipples rolled a little on my chest, makin' 'em practically twitch. "I'm going to call the nurse in to assist if that's alright with you. Do I have your consent?" She looked me hard in the eye while biting 'er upper lip an' shifting 'er weight, a look of concern on 'er face.

"Uhhh. Yeah, I guess." I was too far gone to care who saw me. I did feel bad about flashing the girl before, though. The doctor used the phone to call for the nurse an' we waited a minute, me sweatin' an' hard, pants around my knees, the doctor just lookin' at me thoughtfully.

"Back to the earlier question; what brings relief? Does sexual release cause a cessation in these feelings of desire?" She lay her hand on my thigh, looking sympathetic an' I felt it all the way up my spine. My balls drew up.

"Yeah, for a while. But just a coupla hours. That's the problem I'm hoping you can help with, Doc."

The curvy nurse came in carrying some papers, looking curious. "What do you need, Doctor?" Her eyes darted from the Doc to my three dicks more than once. She rubbed her hands together.

"Gail, in examining Mr. Murphy for his unusual condition I've observed the erotogenic nature of palpation of the area. Will you assist me in the exam, please?" With this she grabbed my cock an' right penipple again. God 'er hands were warm. "Please palpate the other organ as I am doing. Standard Thompson method." Gail leaned in over my head an' pressed 'er tits against it. They was still covered in 'er scrubs a course, but they was warm an' heavy on my face.

So I had two very professional women gently fondlin' all three cocks at once an' a heavy pair a jugs on my face. It was different than with Kathy, maybe cause she'd got tired a me lately an' the novelty'd worn off. Course she only has two hands.

"I'm curious to learn if stimulation of the new organs alone will bring relief," the doctor said an' lay my cock back down on my belly. "Have you ever observed a cessation of desire when only these new organs are stimulated, Mr. Murphy?"

"Can't remember," I panted. Couldn't think straight anyway. The women pulled an' squeezed my penipples in tandem an' I was rollin' my head around now in pleasure in the nurse's bosom. My hips twitched, my balls glowed with heat, cock crying for something to get sunk into.

The nurse said, "I think an emollient would be prudent so as to preserve the integrity of the skin on the organs, Doctor Hogan. Do you advise that?" She seemed to be thinking like the caring person she must be. I felt bad about flashing her again, but under the circumstances she was handling it professionally.

"Yes, good call. We don't want to abrade the flesh," concurred the Doctor. An' the nurse found some ointment in the cabinet, squirted a good bunch on both of their hands. They each gripped a penipple in two hands an' spread the goo around. The cooling felt good. But with the stroking heat returned an' the risin' need to get off. My real cock leapt on my belly.

"Stop for a moment, Gail," said the Doctor, dropping my penipple again. "We need to document this stage of the condition." Now both little cocks were lyin' on my chest again. Their slippery coronas were tormented, slidin' across my pecs. I groaned an' grabbed my cock an' stroked.

"Mr. Murphy, do we need to restrain you? Please, don't spoil the exam."

"I can't help it. I'm so horny right now."

"Gail...," the doctor said, inclinin' 'er head toward me, then walkin' to a drawer. The nurse reached under the table an' quickly looped a velcro strap 'round my right wrist. Before I could react she did the same to the left. Then she grasped my cock an' ever so gently squeezed. Would you be fightin' to get off that table right then? I doubt it, buddy.

Doctor Hogan returned with a cloth tape measure an' asked Gail to pull each penipple upright by grasping it by the flesh at its tip. As the nurse held both straight up, the Doctor measured the length of each, then wrappin' the tape around it, the girth at the base, middle an' end. She spoke the measurements into a recorder on 'er phone. They were about as hard they could get an' looked even longer than when I came in the room. I coulda curled up an' sucked on 'em myself an' believe you me I woudn'ta hesitated, but Gail had returned to gently jerkin' 'em while the Doctor spoke into her recorder about all that had happened in the exam so far.

"Gail, proceed with the standard Thompson palpation of each organ." she directed, " I'll take some documentary images for the patient's file." She musta got some pretty funny shots a me straining on the table, wildness in my eyes as I shuddered under nurse Gail's hands, her boobs weighin' on my face. That got me as excited as I could be, but not enough to shoot. The Doctor resumed talking. "Patient presented with symmetrical growths of what appears to be erectile tissue forming at each nipple site. Growths resemble male genitals externally and digital examination reveals a structure similar to penis and scrotum. A fully developed network of blood vessels appear to feed the erectile tissue. While the scrotal tissue is firm there don't appear to be testicles within the sacks. Firm pressure on the tissue elicits arousal only, not pain as might be expected with the male testicles. The patient's natural sexual organs appear normal and respond to stimulation in the expected manner. Patient reports strong sensations of itching and sexual arousal that are spontaneous and frequent, centered in the new growths. Thompson palpation of the growths confirms this. Manual stimulation of the growths alone does not lead to orgasm, however. Nor do the growths exude fluid, being without urethra or openings at the tip. I will now apply a receptacle to the patient's natural penis for collection of ejaculate for further study. Note I will use T dash RT, Large."

All this time the nurse was stroking my penipples an' I squirmed, groaning. The doctor went to the drawer an' came back with a foil packet. Looked like a rubber to me. She put 'er hand on my cock an' squeezed a little, moving 'er thumb across the sticky crown.

"Before we continue the exam, Mr. Murphy, I'm going to need your consent for further procedures. Your case fits remarkably well within the grant we're working on here." She looked to the nurse. "Gail, do we have capacity on the team to study Mr. Murphy around the clock in the clinic."

"Wait," I said, "'round the clock? You sayin' I gotta stay here?"

"I'm sure we can adjust some schedules and accommodate the patient. Room 12 is available," replied Gail, slowly sliding her hands on my slicked penipples.

"It may be necessary to repeat the procedure every four hours, Mr. Murphy." smiled the Doctor, strokin' me. "There's much data to gather to get to an understanding of your condition, diagnose you and resolve the issue. If you would just sign these additional forms. Gail."

The nurse dropped my penipples an' I gasped. She unstrapped my right arm, handed me a pen an' held a clipboard in front of me.

"I gotta get examined four times a day? What about my work an' Kathy?" This cure was gonna cause as much problems as the problem.

"There will be a stipend to replace your salary. And Kathy can visit as often as she likes. In fact, observing you both performing your normal behaviors will be helpful to the study," the Doctor explained as she tenderly pulled an' twisted my cock.

"You wanna watch us doin' it?" My butt was bunchin' an' my toes curlin'. I dripped hot on 'er fingers, balls on fire.

"Kathy will need to consent, too, of course. If not, we'll provide a surrogate." She was confident an' matter-of-fact about it. This was science. What could go wrong?

Oh, I signed the paper awright. Then nurse Gail strapped my arm down again. An' the Doctor rolled the rubber down my fat cock, leaving a large, loose sack at the end. She resumed stroking me, squeezing harder now, usin' both hands. She needed 'em. The nurse leaned in over my head to reach my penipples, pressin' my face inta her tits again.