The Derrick

He followed her instructions. "Now snap again." This time, as his new upgrade rose into air, he heard a faint "cha-ching" from his palm. "That means you're using Mojo. It'll make that sound, um, every, uhh, I think minute? to remind you. The minimum charge is one Mojo Minute, and it gets more expensive the longer your, uh, session. Make sure you only use it when you HAVE to." She locked eyes with him meaningfully.

She must want the D, he thought. He shivered involuntarily. He'd have to stop using that phrase now. His eyes still staring into hers, he raised his right hand in the air. "I know how to use it." Snap. Her smile was replaced by something that looked more like lust. That's right, he thought. He felt a brief pain, almost like a hangnail, in his finger.

She looked quickly around the glass-walled hospital room and back at him. "Fuck. Okay. Hurry up and sign this last thing." She handed him the clipboard, clearly agitated. Non-Disclosure Agreement or something. Like he needed that. He handed it back to her, signed.

She didn't even touch it, letting it drop clattering to the floor. Instead, she reached for his cock, which seemed to anticipate her movement and almost leaned to meet her grip. Squeezing his suddenly-wrist-sized cock in her left hand, she grabbed and yanked the privacy curtain with her right. It whipped around them, and they were suddenly blocked from the view of the nurse's station outside. Immediately, she attacked him, or rather, The Derrick. Just Derrick? He had tried not to think about the fact that it had a name.

He brushed the thought away. This slut seemed like she didn't mind, and he could feel every movement she made. Her mission to hide them accomplished, she had turned her attention to his monstrous meat sword, which had started to steal the blood from his brain. Fuck, he should have sprung for the Hot Blooded package, featuring two bonus pints!

But dizziness was a small price to pay when this chesty chick seemed so enthralled with her new friend. The cock, that is; it was almost like he wasn't there. Her other hand was now gripping most of the way around the base as well, and she wasn't even looking at him. There was a gap between her thumb and middle finger that held her attention.

He didn't notice, looking at the penis more closely for the first time since it began living off his blood supply. It really was a nice fuckin' dick, now that he thought about it. The thought seemed less embarrassing now that it was attached to him, even if it didn't feel like it was "his" quite yet. They had shaved the dick and his balls for the surgery, and for the first time in his life, Oliver enjoyed how the lack of pubic hair made it look like a bulbous baseball bat in a woman's hands.

Realizing she was spending his money, he snapped his fingers. Dammit, he thought. Couldn't they figure out how to install a simple finger implant without causing him pain? He noticed happily that the cock stayed hard in her squeezing hands. That's right, he thought. He didn't need Mojo; he had his own.

Over six perfectly-straight inches of the hardon extended from her stacked fists. Seeming to notice him for the first time, she turned to look at him and breathed out, "I need to measure it." Since the clipboard was on the floor, he figured that this was outside of her "normal" examination.

She reached into her white lab coat and pulled out a roll of fabric measuring tape marked One Yard. Keeping the rigid pole in her left hand, she leaned over and mashed her face into his. She was heavier than most of the girls he'd attempted to bed, but he wasn't about to be choosy.

He allowed her to jam her tongue into his mouth while she aggressively stroked his cock with her right hand. It felt great, but, he noticed with slight disappointment, really no better than normal. But while the physical sensation may have remained unchanged, there was a new, unexpected mental element at play. With his former, small penis, he had never been the object of any woman's affectations, and it was intoxicating. He stayed rigid in her pumping hand.

She stopped kissing him, still standing beside the curtain-shielded bed. Doctors and nurses walked past every few seconds, unaware of the sexy scene right beside them.

She changed her grip, setting the tape down and using two squeezing fists to milk his cock upward, one after the other: left, right, left, right. It felt amazing, and they both enjoyed the view. He gazed on from the vantage point he had only enjoyed vicariously before, through others on the Internet.

After almost a minute of stroking, she hadn't done anything with the measuring tape. This was nice, but he realized that he wasn't really attracted to the woman, just her obsession with his penis. "Enough. Hurry up and measure it."

She looked into his eyes, hers lit with desire. "It's not big enough yet," she whispered breathily, washing his crotch with her hot breath. Leaning across him, she lifted her heavy right leg and straddled the hospital bed, which he was happy to see was reinforced and would not collapse or move with their combined weight.

He noted with displeasure that this sum was much more than it normally was. As she leaned forward toward him and mounted his upper legs, the cock between them, he got a glimpse down her lab coat. No bra. "Okay. Open your lab coat, then, at least."

Not big enough? He looked down. The Derrick was bigger than anything in the catalog. By far. What more could she possibly want? She leaned back on her heels, straddling his thighs. Her elbows flared out, her hands stroking several inches up and down, never leaving his cock.

"God, yes. You read my mind." Sliding backward over his shins and making him wince slightly, she grabbed the sides of her buttoned lab coat. She smiled and pulled it open, revealing a plump, completely naked pale body. Jeez. He began to worry that he might need to spend some Mojo if he wanted to keep his rigid staff at the same size, let alone reach the size when she'd judge it "big enough." Maybe he could snap his fingers behind the headrest without her noticing. They ached from the surgery, but he didn't want her to stop, offended or something. She dropped the coat on the floor next to the bed.

"Nice," he commented, lying. He snapped his fingers quietly beside the bed, making a fist to conceal the sounds. His erection throbbed slightly, but remained the same size. He couldn't hear the chime.

Unnoticing, she leaned forward, taking one pendulous breast in each hand and wrapped them around the spear in his lap. Raising and lowering her upper body, she slid her soft, enveloping breasts tantalizingly along his shaft. Okay, that actually WAS pretty nice. At this angle, his gently thrusting member, a drop of precum forming at the tip, repeatedly grazed his sexy "nurse's" cheek, and she nuzzled against it, her eyes closed. Her breathing was ragged. Her left arm took over "boob duty," wrapping both in a one-armed bear hug while she slipped her right hand into her hidden snatch, masturbating furiously.

His feet were starting to fall asleep from the lack of circulation caused by the large woman resting her weight on his shins (and the stiff cock, he now realized). "No, no. Get up." She opened her eyes. Her face disappointed, she complied, unwrapping his still-raging hardon from her cleavage and swinging off the bed in the same direction she had come from.

He deftly jumped from the bed, circling around his "naughty nurse" to stand between her and the curtain. "Lean back on the bed."

Her breath caught in her throat. "Are you gonna fuck me, baby?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Her legs quivered unintentionally. He could see wetness dripping down the inside of her leg from her crotch. She eased backward toward the hospital bed, which was conveniently waist-high. She said quietly, trying not to be heard by the nurse's station: "Don't be gentle, honey."

He didn't need to be told. It was clear what she wanted. "You took too long. Now I'm going to do the measuring."

She leaned back, whimpered, and emitted a quiet, "Oh, God." She reached out for his cock, trying vainly to grab it and guide it toward herself. The other hand and elbow splayed out, supported her weight on the bed.

The bed was quite wide, and she had no trouble leaning, her feet dangling at an angle from the edge of the bed. Her pussy, freshly-shaven like his own package, was exposed on the corner of the bed, waiting for him.

"No," he said. She stopped, looking confused. "You've done enough. Lie back on the bed." The rigid cock, which stood out a foot in front of him, gave him sudden confidence. Unaware for the first time in a while that he shared the room with a woman who was slightly taller than he was, he put a commanding hand on her sternum. He pressed between her heaving breasts, forcing her thick torso to the hospital bed. Her head found support on the padded left armrest.

She was looking downward, barely able to see his stiff organ, which was erupting at a slight upward angle from between his small legs.

He wondered how much it would cost him to just leave his Mojo-enhanced rod throbbing and slam away until he unloaded on this woman. Fuck it. He'd find out.

Seeing him reach toward her, spear outstretched, she moaned. Her hands reached up to her nipples, pinching and twisting them.

"No. Leave them."

"Make me, sugar."

This fucking whore. He'd teach her. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them violently down to the nearest edge of the bed, his eyes lit with rage. She gasped. "Not too hard, sweetie."

Caught off-guard, he faltered. He didn't want to hurt her, after all, he guessed. It wouldn't do to ruin his test ride before it was over. Spying the measuring tape lying beside them, he asked, "You wanted bigger, right? Show me how to do it."

"Give me your hand. No, the other one, silly."

Of course, you idiot, he thought to himself. The remote. He reached forward with his right hand. To get close enough without jabbing his rocket into the bed, he had to heft his new organ in the air and set it on his naughty nurse.

It was the first time he'd touched it, and it was an extremely uncomfortable feeling. This... thing... was definitely not "his" yet. Yes, the dangling rod seemed to use his own nerve endings. Yes, it was still attached to the same spot. Yes, it worked as intended. But something was off. Not wanting to spoil his session, he brushed away these thoughts.

She had drawn his right hand, which still ached, up to her mouth. Her left hand now clasped his member, still artificially hard. "C'mon, sweetie. Get big for me." She milked his organ seductively, from the base to the tip, and sucked the thumb of his right hand into her mouth, hard. Hard enough to crack the joint. He heard a quiet, "cha-ching," and his dick lurched forward, taking her left hand with it. "Oh, fuck yeah."

He looked down. He loved the powerful feeling he got looking at the monster organ, his unaltered testicles pressed against the wet, warm folds of her puffy pussy while the head, itself almost as long as his old dick, tickled the underside of her pillowy breasts. He glanced left to check himself out in the mirror next to the head of the bed.

It was an awesome sight. Extending from his lap slightly above parallel with the ground, it exuded power. He felt it twitch; women would be helpless around him. They'd lose it.

Dismayed, he also noticed how the monster hog made his scrotum, which was an average size, look like a couple of marbles. What the fuck? He hadn't thought about this. He wondered to himself how much it would cost to augment them.

Standing for the first time with his new erection, he also realized that the dizziness from surgery wasn't going away. He hadn't had enough money for any addons, so The Derrick (he scolded himself again for using the thing's name) was using his normal blood supply. He might have to stop selling his plasma, now. Shit. He hadn't thought about that. It had taken him years to muster up the courage to face the needles he knew would be involved in his twice-weekly "job."

She continued to stroke the organ, left, right, left, right, from base to tip. It was a pleasant feeling, and it succeeded in maintaining the size and width of his engorged cock. Well, that and the Mojo. She hadn't used the measuring tape yet, but he looked forward to it. It had to be over a foot long now.

A soft "cha-ching" sounded.

Reminded that he was "on the clock," he said, "Okay. Let's measure now."

Again, she responded. "It's not big enough yet, sweetie." It got bigger? She cracked his second knuckle. Cha-ching. The penis grew forward, beginning to part her heavy breasts. It only added an inch or so, but the effect was noticeable on his circulation. Whoa.

"Fuck. Put it in me."

No problem, he thought. Time for this test ride. She released his organ from her firm grip. Taking a step backward and nearly stumbling, he lined his new friend up with this woman's slot without touching it. The heavy dick made him stand on his toes a bit more than normal. It was a strange, unsettling sensation.

He was used to burying his hips almost immediately in his lucky partner-of-the-evening's snatch. But on this lucky day, he reveled in his new-found ability to use his dick as a divining rod. He placed his hands on his hips, ready to stuff her waiting hole. He balled his hands into fists, feeling "swole" in more ways than one.

"Wait, don't..."

Cha-ching. "What?" But he had triggered something with his palm remote. He swooned, the blood rushing out of his head. The cock extended forward more than it had before and seemed to thicken slightly. It was as big around as his forearm now. It stopped growing.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, overcome with lust at his now-impossibly-large penis. But he had stopped hearing her. Robbed of oxygen, his brain had stopped processing most of his senses. He only enjoyed a small circle of vision now, directly in front him. He tried to maintain his composure and use the small window of vision to remain upright, cock thrust toward this lusty cunt's honey hole, wet in her need for him. For it. Whatever, he didn't care right now. He needed release.

"You triggered... the Superman perk," she whispered through ragged breaths as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. He didn't have the strength to try to stop her. "It's my favorite." Favorite? "It's full-size, now."

Wanting to satisfy his curiosity, he reached out for the measuring tape. "Not yet. I want your cum." He guessed the measurement could wait, after all.

"Superman's expensive, sweetie, hurry." Why hadn't she said so? He ignored his disgust at touching the thing again, using two fingers to lift the tip toward her waiting pussy. It was heavier than he could have imagined. The skin of his crotch ached, stretched tightly.

She had lifted her hands to her breasts again, flicking the nipples as she stared at the veiny, upthrust sentinel. He realized that she still had not once looked at his face, her eyes glued to his upgrade. "Chick magnet" was right, he thought.

Cha-ching.

He reached forward with both hands, nearly falling on top of her from the unexpected weight distribution. He placed his hands on either side of her trimmed vagina. At least she took care of it, he thought. Spreading her labia apart with two thumbs, he cleared his throat to spit.

"Ew, sweetie, don't do that. You've got your Mojo now. Hold it against me and slap my pussy. Gently." Following her instructions, he heard the familiar "cha-ching" and felt a prick on his middle finger. From the tip of his raging rod leaked a translucent pink fluid. "It's lube." Cool.

He spread it up and down her lips with his rock-hard phallus. Look ma, no hands, he chuckled to himself. Keeping his thumbs out of the way to avoid touching the slithering python, he pulled his hips back.

He pressed forward, forcing the bulbous head of his new cock against her waiting lips. It was almost as big around as a baseball bat, and he had a hell of a time getting past her opening. "Push, sweetie." He didn't need to be told twice. Thrusting, he forced himself inside her.

"OH!" Startled by the sudden noise, he looked up at her face.

"Shut the fuck up. You wanna get caught?" She wasn't looking at the penis anymore. Now that the tip was hidden from view, her eyes had cast over to her right. Robbed of the view of his meaty mountain, she had reclined the bed to expose the mirror.

Cha-ching.

It was an impressive sight, he admitted, though he could barely see. A dark halo masked the corners of his vision. As he thrust forward, the massive size of the penis caused a bulge to rise on the nurse's abdomen. A bigger bulge, that is, he thought. She worked for Bodyaug; couldn't she get a discount on a nip/tuck?

It was an okay view, but it didn't do anything for him. He was only reminded that his old penis didn't cause any women to distend. He looked down at her stomach. His palms were sweating in his wooziness, but she hadn't needed any additional moisture. He was jealous; she seemed to be enjoying the sex immensely, even if he didn't. She moaned quietly, to avoid giving them away, but she was clearly in ecstasy.

She removed her right hand from her breasts and placed it on her abdomen, directly over the patch of skin that rose and fell with the pressure of the enormous organ. "Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck. Me. C'mon, sweetie, harder! Give it to me," she urged quietly.

He wasn't used to thrusting this far forward and backward, and he was out of breath from the exertion. At over four times the length of his old dick, the new one featured the exact same nerve endings, but spread at less than 25% density. The effect? He really wasn't feeling much of anything. Unable to gain any enjoyment from his mount's clear arousal, he was pissed.

Cha-ching. How much was this bitch gonna cost him? The anger helped his failing circulation, and his hot blood ran fiercely through the arteries of his manhood.

"How do I make it come?"

"Not yet. Please."

"Screw you. How do I make it come?"

Her sadness showed clearly in her face. "I'm so close..."

"I don't fucking care. Tell me, or I'll just leave." He wouldn't, but she didn't know that.

"No, sweetie, don't. I'll show you." Dismayed, she reached out for his hand. She whispered quietly into it. He was about to ask her what she said, but his brain wouldn't let him. Surprised by the sudden intensity of the orgasm, he cried out, "Unnnghhhh!" He hadn't been ready for it, but his body knew instinctively what to do with its veiny new probe.

His ass cheeks clenched as he thrust his hips forward, burying his sword over halfway into his mate's waiting puss. He spasmed, nearly blind now, as his orgasm rocked him. His body, except for the muscles needed to hold him upright, went limp as he emptied himself inside of her.

The orgasm ended as abruptly as it had begun. With a soft "cha-ching," the penis deflated inside of her puss, and the bulge of her stomach receded to its normal size. He had seemed to produce much more cum than normal, volume-wise. Was that something that had been enhanced, too? He would have to look at that paperwork...

"Thanks," he said, removing his spent cock from her wet hole. It felt strange, not like it normally did after he climaxed. Normally he felt some level of mental clarity and relaxation. Right now, the only clarity he had was from the sufficient oxygen his brain was now receiving, and he was definitely not relaxed. She did not respond, but instead watched his dick slip out of her, releasing his load to drip onto the floor.

Realizing that his orgasm had been louder than intended, he felt immediately embarrassed, if a little proud. Getting kicked out of the hospital for having sex in public would be kind of funny. He wondered if there was a fine. He ignored the dripping pool of cum-she was the assistant; she could clean it up.