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Chapter 3

The Fox

The doctor's office was lit by the morning sun. The window-panes were frosty, but the room was comfortable.

I was not comfortable. I was strapped into a gynaecologist's examination chair. My legs were spread wide across two leather stirrups. The chair itself faced the grand windows such that I was gaily exposing my taint to the outside world.

I was thankful that the vistas of this mansion consisted of nothing but heath and birches. The landscape I surveyed was a soothing sea of purples and browns, but the view only stoked my anger. Anger at the estate. Anger at Factor Braxfield and his liege, the lady of this domain. These forces in my life felt they could arbitrarily shout 'cum!' To which I was expected to reply 'how much?'

'Thank-you for waiting patiently,' came a voice that dripped with honey.

I tried to turn, but bound as I was I could not see who spoke.

'I am clearly trapped,' I icily replied. 'There is little else I can do. Is this really necessary?'

A crimson snout with glossy fur roamed into my peripheral vision. I was greeted by the profile of emerald eyes and a mischievous half-grin.

'Absolutely necessary. I am Doctor Lowrie. I don't think we've been introduced,' the fox cooed as he manoeuvred before me. Doctor Lowrie made no attempt to hide his predatory gaze roaming my exposed taint.

Ah-hah! A sexually frustrated physician. My mind raced with possibilities. If I played my cards right then this fox would be putty in my hands.

'Pleased to meet you doctor,' I replied in dulcet tones. 'My name is -'

I was interrupted by the doctor who hummed with exaggerated joviality as he made a show of checking through the pages of his clipboard.

'It says here your name is Everhart,' Doctor Lowrie announced, 'and that you are a stud. Was that what you were going to say?'

I died a little inside. Everhart was my new name. A stud's name. All shreds of a previous identity were being flayed from my very being.

'Exactly that, Doctor.' I replied in a level tone. I rolled my eyes. Just who did this fox think he was? Factor Braxfield? I refused to be cowed; this doctor was as much a servant of this household as I was.

'Mhmm,' the fox hummed tunelessly as he continued to look through my charts. 'I must confess Everhart, that I do know you, actually.'

'You do?' I asked with confusion. Had we met before? I had fucked few foxes.

'You're famous, of course. The hottest, most elite fuck-machine on the estate.' The fox's eyes were roaming every inch of my restrained form as he spoke.

I nodded. That sounded about right.

Doctor Lowrie put the chart away. Our gazes met. I couldn't quite believe the vibrant colours in his emerald eyes and tangerine maw. He reminded me of trickster gods from folklore.

'The very first day I arrived here I saw you, and I wanted you,' the fox's voice was hungry. 'I'd have given my left nut for the opportunity to kiss you.'

Lowrie's tone was growing in intensity. The fox's hands roamed my inner thighs with impunity. I was defenceless.

I loved every moment.

'Sadly the whore-prince of the estate never noticed a simple doctor like me,' said Lowrie, 'but I hoped one day we'd still meet -- maybe sparks would fly.

'But now,' he announced in mock tragedy, 'I'm told your ass is off-limits. You're to be transformed into some brute who thinks with his cock!'

My heart was racing. I wanted this sexy, melodramatic fox to make me his kitty bitch. 'Y-you could just fuck me. Right here, Doctor,' I said hopefully. 'One last time?' My anus twitched in anticipation.

For a moment, the doctor's face twisted from mock-sadness to longing, but settled upon a sneer. He laughed. 'I am a professional, Everhart. You are a stud, and I don't take it up the ass. Never have, never will.'

His words came like a punch in the gut. This sick bastard was toying with me!

The fox hummed as he danced towards an oak cabinet mounted by the window. 'We'll need to clear your system of all those sexy hormones that have kept you so girly and lithe.' He announced. 'I'll get us set up.'

I had a clear view of the doctor. He heaved what looked like a demijohn from the bottom shelf.

My fur bristled. Did flush mean what I thought?

'But you are especially graceful and pretty,' the doctor theatrically considered. 'We best err on the side of caution.' He lugged a second carboy from the cache.

'What's in the bottles, doctor?' I asked carefully.

'Oxytomyuipolhigeruoxlaseite,' he quipped, 'standard stuff. Clears out all thewhore-mones we pump into you.' He laughed at his own pun. I was growing to hate his braying.

I ogled the white goo within the carboys. The liquid looked like ten litres of phosphorescent cum. This doctor was insane. Did he really intend to perform an enema with all that...that moonshine?

'I could just stop taking my supplements?' I asked nervously.

The fox ignored me. 'First an inspection!' He announced. He gazed longingly at my boy-pussy. 'Seems a little irritated,' Lowrie noted, 'no doubt from constant use.' He was smiling as he spoke.

Lowrie slapped my ass. 'The irritation will pass now that you aren't inserting any more foreign objects.

'Well -- apart from this of course.'

The plug in his hand appeared from nowhere. It was small, black and glistening with lube. Lowrie shoved the device into my anus before I had time to process the situation.

I yelped in surprise. This small, cold bung was the opposite of the warm, pulsating cock I longed for.

Trying to mask my shock I asked in bitter tones 'is this one modelled after your own dick?'

Doctor Lowrie comically raised one eyebrow. 'Studs have an air of cool confidence,' he intoned, 'they don't act bratty.'

He flicked a switch. The bung inflated. There was the quiet hiss of air as my anus stretched to accommodate the expansion.

It felt erotic as the bung slowly grew. I purred. Maybe this would be enjoyable?

But it didn't stop. I could feel my boy-pussy gape to a vulgar circumference. The device was going to tear me in two!

'Doctor, this is uncomfortable,' I complained.

I was met with silence.

'Doctor, please!'

Lowrie looked idly at my anus. The fox made an exaggerated show of deciding what to do, before finally killing the air-flow.

My butt was hermetically sealed. I could feel my ring humming from the strain. The small bung had transformed into a large cone with which I had the misfortune to be penetrated.

'We can't let any medicine leak out,' Lowrie gravely intoned. 'Or we'd have to start all over again.' He gave another giggle. 'I hope you'll enjoy this. I will.'

Another switch was activated. I could feel warm, sticky liquid splash against my insides. I stared carefully at the container of goo; air bubbled to the surface as the phosphorescent cum siphoned into my butt.

I was reminded of the birch trees out in the estate. In sap season we'd tap the biggest for their sticky liquid which would go on to make sweet wine. It was like that same viscous sap was now pumped directly into my belly.

'How am I going to change?' I asked. I felt the hot, sticky moonshine cling to my insides.

'Well it won't happen immediately,' Lowrie said with a jovial bedside manner. 'But all that stuff keeping you thin and girly and your penis tiny. That's gone. Once that's out of the way, we'll be giving you something that will make you strong, handsome and tall. You'll grow a bigger penis -- you lucky boy.' He waggled his eyebrows surreptitiously.

I stared at the slowly dropping water level of the demijohn. My tummy was already bursting. It was as if I was gang-banged by 20 guys at once. My stomach felt swollen. My sides creaked with white, gooey gel. There was constant pressure now exerted on my prostate causing an erection of my body's own volition. I had never felt so full.

'Well that's the first batch,' said the fox.

He smiled as he saw the shock in my eyes.

'I...I can't physically take more.' I begged.

'Your doctor disagrees.' Lowrie said. He pressed a button. The second demijohn gurgled.

'Please doctor, I need to...I need release,' I wailed.

'Trust in your medical professional,' Doctor Lowrie tutted. He flicked my erect penis with thumb and forefinger. He watched it wobble with mute interest. 'In the meantime I believe we may now move onto the second procedure.' He announced.

My mind raced as my belly distended. What second procedure?

Lowrie produced a clay-coloured salve which he applied to my erection. The paste was massaged with care into the length of my shaft.

'This should loosen that pesky foreskin,' Lowrie said, 'I'll expect you'll beincredibly sensitive, what with an inside part of your body becoming an outside part.'

I gulped. So this was the moment of truth, my foreskin was going to retract. My penis would permanently change from that of a young inexperienced nymph to that of a real man. I was about to see my exposed head.

I never thought it would happen like this.

Lowrie rolled my tight foreskin up and down in short, sharp strokes. I winced. My penis strained against the motion -- my skin refused to move beyond its limited range. My acorn was so sensitive it was like Lowrie was trying to peel the ball of my eye. 'Please, Doctor,' I wailed, 'please slow down.'

'Bear with it.' Lowrie said. 'You'll need to get used to this stimulation. And soon.'

The fox laughed as I tried to struggle in my restraints.

'I don't think I can!' I cried. 'Stop tugging!'

The fox grinned like a madman. 'We'll give you some special underwear that's extra rough,' he said, 'wool, I think. It'll really callous that sensitive clit of yours, give you a real man's cock that can take a real rough hand-job.'

I gulped. Cold air was already far too extreme. Rough underwear would be a personal hell.

'We'll know if you're not adhering to the routine,' Lowrie threatened, 'if your glans aren't keratinized to my liking. Then I will circumcise you tighter than a drum-skin. Do you understand? Wear this skin back on your kitty dick at all times. Or else.'

I had been with enough circumcised partners to know where that road lead. Each was a desperate animal who rutted like a demon to feel any sensation in their desensitized dildo-dicks.

I nodded softly.

'We're having some trouble. Your foreskin is especially tight,' the fox said. 'Looks like you need some help.'

The fox lowered himself onto my penis. I gasped. My first blowjob. His warm, wet mouth enveloped my tiny dick. Doctor Lowrie's raspy tongue lightly touched my glans. I shivered. My toes curled involuntarily.

I audibly gasped as his tongue slipped under my foreskin and began to slowly encircle the head. I mumbled incomprehensible, primal sounds. This was a whole new form of oral pleasure. The sensation was extreme.

The second demijohn gurgled as it emptied. I was well and truly bursting. 'Doctor...' I pleaded. My body was shuddering with sensation overload. Every nerve in my body was screaming.

In one sharp movement the doctor's hand tugged at my foreskin. I could feel the skin glide down my shaft and snap back behind the head. My penis was now utterly exposed and in his mouth. His tongue was almost painful as it scraped against my exposed, sensitive boy-clit.

I moaned as the doctor sat up. I beheld my acorn for the very first time. My penis looked so different, so much more manly than it did before -- even if it was still a girly red, instead of a manly purple.

'Beautiful,' said Lowrie, 'not many whores get to see this.'

'I thought I was a stud.' I replied in acid tones.

Lowrie laughed. 'Quite right, and you have the dick to prove it. Well, I'd say you're well and truly cleansed. Let's get you cleaned up.'

The doctor place a bucket beneath me.

'You can't be serious,' I barked angrily, 'I'm not going in a bucket.'

Lowrie cocked his head 'I don't think you have much of a choice, stud.'

The doctor deflated the plug. My anus relaxed against my will.

Thunk!

I jolted, startled by the odd sound.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

I looked down. I was laying small, off-white spheres.

'Didn't I mention that Oxytomyuipolhigeruoxlaseite hardens on contact?' Lowrie said. 'Oh dear. How forgetful of me.'

'You're an utter quack!' I shouted angrily. 'A quack!' The next egg was a big one, I could feel my anus distend as it evacuated my boy-pussy.

Shudders of pleasure shot through my body as each egg left me. I could feel the pressure in my tummy slowly lessen. Many times had I experienced waves of nirvana with my anus, but this was the first time I had ever experienced waves of catharsis.

The next egg was huge. I struggled as my anus stretched wide in attempts to expel.

Doctor Lowrie licked his lips as he watched my penis bob wildly as I tried to push out the invader.

I grunted and heaved. My body was trembling with exhaustion.

Thunk!

Relief shot through my spine like electricity. 'How - how many more are there?' I asked, dreading the answer.

'Plenty more to enjoy,' said the fox dismissively.

Lowrie bent down and grabbed my penis between thumb and forefinger. 'Let's see if this thing actually works, shall we? Your charts say you've never orgasmed from your dick before.'

'How could a chart possibly tell you that?' I asked incredulously. It was true.

'My charts say lots of things about your psychological training,' Lowrie said. His gaze locked with mine. He looked deadly serious. 'Ever wonder why you feel so empty without a dick inside you? Well now you know why.'

I could only stare in shock as the doctor lowered himself onto my dick. My mind reeled. Training?

The transition from cold air to wet warmth was explosive. I bucked in my restraints. My id screamed at me to push his maw away from my over-sensitive boy-parts. Klaxons sounded in my head. Any thoughts I may have had about his previous statement were purged clean by his touch.

Doctor Lowrie's tongue roughly scraped every inch of my boy-clit. Sparks felt as if they were shooting out of my ears. I was held down -- trapped -- he was free to do what he wished to my penis.

I screamed incomprehensibly to the sky. An orgasm like no other was building at the base of my penis. The feeling of having my glans scoured was something so new and so raw I couldn't even put it to words.

I came directly into the doctor's mouth. My now-exposed cock buckled and strained inside the fox's eager maw.

My body was literally shaking and wouldn't stop. Were all penile orgasms that intense? It was like my normal full-body orgasm, but concentrated entirely around one part of my body.

Lowrie lifted himself from my penis. I was breathing heavy. Delirious. I could barely form the words I wanted to say. The last of the shiny white eggs popped from my quivering asshole -- now gaping wide and twitching with exhaustion.

Lowrie affectionately rubbed my tummy. 'You did so well. Let's get you cleaned up.

A new life awaits, Everhart.'