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Deborah Peters was at her wits end.

She fidgeted in her seat as she sat in the doctor's office waiting room, twisting a couple locks of her dark brown hair around one of her fingers, tapping one of her wedge sandals on the tile floor. She crossed and uncrossed her legs multiple times, her wide hips, thick thighs, and fat ass making her overburdened capris complain softly in the form of a couple seams popping. She adjusted her button-down blouse which was having trouble containing her immense breasts, more than a few buttons on it looking like they were strained to their limit. Even when Deborah dressed conservatively it was impossible to hide her shape. She had long ago gotten used to the leering eyes of men, women, and especially boys because they were much worse at disguising their ogling. Deborah would always just blush and pretend she didn't notice. She hated confrontation and far preferred to just try and ignore problems until they went away. That made her think of another problem she'd been ignoring, but that hadn't gone away.

"Mommy?"

Deborah looked down at her son Sam sitting in the seat next to hers.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Am I gonna be okay?"

At eight years old Sam was a curious, precocious, loving boy with kind brown eyes and short dark blond hair that was always a little tousled. Deborah knew he really was a sweet boy and didn't mean any harm, but over the past couple months he had become quite a handful. Even now as he sat next to her, his sweet and unassuming demeanor belied the concerning reasons bringing them to the doctor today.

Deborah squeezed her son's hand reassuringly. "Yes, honey. You're gonna be okay. The doctor's just gonna help us figure out… what's happening. That's all."

Even as Deborah reassured her son, she thought to herself 'Is he really going to be okay?'

Because the truth was, she didn't know. Sure, her boy was healthy by all the normal measures: he didn't have any conditions requiring treatment or medication, he was bright and engaged in his school work, and up until recently there had never been anything abnormal about his health at all. In the past couple months though there had been certain… developments… that made her quite concerned. Coinciding with these developments, Sam had also picked up some fairly disruptive habits that Deborah found herself unable to stop him from indulging in. That was because she hadn't actually tried to stop him, or even directly acknowledged the habits at all. In parenting, like the other areas of her life, Deborah also preferred a strategy that avoided all confrontation. She would describe it as "only positive reinforcement", but the reality was it meant Sam was never punished for anything and often Deborah wouldn't even say anything if he misbehaved. Deborah was quite fortunate that her son was just a naturally good-natured and well-behaved boy, but even he did things periodically that he probably should have been punished for. Sam had even started to realize when he did something wrong because often his mom would get much quieter than usual like she wanted to say something, but she just couldn't say it. He was such a good boy that many times he would apologize on his own when he realized he'd misbehaved. Deborah felt incredibly lucky to have such a good son.

As she ruminated on this though, Deborah's eyes moved down to the source of Sam's recent bad behavior: the obscenely bulging package stretching the fabric of his shorts. She blushed and felt her heart beating harder in her chest as she gazed upon what was obviously a huge fucking cock and set of balls stuffed into those little shorts that were barely up to the job of containing them. She thought back over the last couple months and tried once again to mentally construct the timeline in her head. She wanted to make sure the doctor had as clear a picture as possible. So Deborah thought back to when the problems had started.

The first thing she noticed was the smell.

It was around a week after Sam's eighth birthday when Deborah had come into his room one morning to wake him up for school. She quietly opened his door and peeked inside to see him asleep in his bed. She crept in and closed the door behind her, and as she walked toward her son's sleeping form her nose detected something… different. She was used to her little boy's room having a faint smell, the scent of a boy who maybe didn't always keep himself or his room as clean as he should, but this smell had a different quality altogether. It was more powerful, more concentrated, and more familiar. The smell of something she actually enjoyed very much but hadn't had enough of in recent years.

It was the smell of dick.

There was no other way to say it, no other way to think about it. That's exactly what it was. Deborah had smelled a few dicks in her time and this was absolutely, unmistakably the smell of sweaty, musky, floppy cock! But how could that possibly be the case? Her son was a third grader who shouldn't have even hit puberty yet. She told herself the smell must have been something else and she just confused it with dick for some reason. Maybe he'd left some food under his bed or something?

Deborah walked up to Sam's bed and looked down at him, so cute sleeping on his side, his back facing her. She was about to wake him when suddenly her breath caught in her throat, her eyes grew wide, and her face went pale.

There was something sticking out from between Sam's thighs, the covers on top of it doing little to hide its shape and size. It was a long, thick, cylindrical mass that looked to be at least twelve inches long and as thick as her little boy's arm. As she watched, the form seemed to twitch and pulse slightly under his covers. Deborah felt a cold sweat form on her brow. It must have been a trick of the light, or the way the covers were bunched up. That couldn't possibly be…

Then Sam stirred and rolled onto his back, removing all doubt. As he turned to lie on his back the big thing under the covers turned with him and it tented his comforter, a long, fat, twitching flagpole that made his covers jut up a ridiculous amount. Deborah realized she had been wrong. It was most definitely longer than twelve inches.

There could be no doubt now: the huge shape, this incredibly massive and throbbing thing under his sheets, that was her son's cock!

The smell got stronger as his morning wood lifted his covers enough to let out some of the sweaty musky aroma. Deborah's eyes fluttered and she felt her knees get weak as she was hit with the smell of Sam's raw boy dick that had been marinating all night in his sweat, getting nice and stinky. She swallowed hard, more than a little ashamed at how much she liked the smell of her own little boy's big dick. She knew she didn't want him to wake up and see her standing there staring at the huge tent in his covers, and she didn't want him to be embarrassed by it, so she slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Okay, so her son was apparently hung like a fucking bull god! Alright, okay. That's okay, right? Some boys are just… big? Well, that thing was downright fucking massive, but still, that might not be cause for too much concern. Deborah told herself she should just keep an eye on… that thing… and make sure Sam didn't develop any issues because of it.

If only that had been the full extent of it.

Once Deborah knew the true size of her little boy's member, she couldn't help thinking about it whenever she saw him. Her eyes always went to his bulging shorts, surprised he could even fit that big fucker into them as all his pants and shorts now strained to accommodate his newfound immensity. She made a mental note to take him to have his clothes altered so they were more appropriate for his… size. She also wondered just how long he'd been hauling around such a monster cock. Surely she would have noticed, right? It was hard not to. This must have been a recent development, but that would mean that practically overnight her little boy had gone from being a little big for his age to being goddamn enormous for any fucking age!

It wasn't just his pants that she saw bulging, though. Sam was known to take his sweet time getting ready in the mornings, which meant he often walked around for a while in his briefs. After the first incident in Sam's room when she saw his covers standing tall from his incredibly long and fat morning wood, Deborah paid much more attention to his briefs when he walked around in them. Luckily Deborah was a single mom and Sam's older sisters had already moved out - one to attend college, the other to her own apartment - because if there were anyone else in the house with her she didn't quite know how they would react to what they were seeing. She didn't know how sheshould react to it, either!

Now most mornings Deborah could only watch in stunned awe as her little boy walked from his bedroom to the bathroom and back with his little briefs stretched to their absolute limit to contain his monster cock. Not only that, but his balls stretched their fabric as well. Given the size of those bulges on either side of Sam's kid schlong, each ball must have been the size of a fucking orange! Deborah would find herself making excuses to be in the hallway when Sam woke up so she could watch him walk from his room to the bathroom. She told herself she just wanted to make sure he was okay, that he wasn't experiencing any pain or anything like that, but some part of her knew the truth: she wanted to see it. So almost every morning she would get an absolute eyeful as Sam would walk out of his room in just his little briefs, his huge cock obviously folded over on itself just to fit inside them, his big heavy nuts looking like they were trying to rip free from his undies so they could hang down, low and heavy and gravid. To make matters worse, those briefs were usually drenched in what smelled like a mixture of his sweat and… no, that couldn't be. Could it? Yes… there was no denying it.

The other fluid, the one that was also saturating his briefs, smelled unmistakably like sperm. After she saw it a few times, she became convinced that it wasn't actual cum saturating his underwear, but fucking precum! Deborah's mouth would just hang open as she watched Sam walk to the bathroom, huge heavy bulge bouncing softly with each step, the fabric drenched with sweat and hung boy prenut. Apparently her little boy was so virile that even his fucking prejizz stank of those eager little swimmers! Deborah found herself dreaming about it at night, tossing in her bed, covered in sweat. In the dreams she would kneel down in front of her son, push her mouth right up against his low-slung briefs that were dripping with his nut runoff, and desperately suck on his dick and balls through his undies, trying to suck her son's precum out of the cotton of his underwear. She would awake with her pulse pounding in her ears and her thighs soaked.

There was another change Deborah noticed because of Sam's morning routine. The change had to do with her son… relieving himself. Many mornings she would wait until she saw Sam go in the bathroom and close the door, then she'd creep up to the bathroom door and listen closely. Her heart would pound for a few seconds in anticipation, then she'd hear that incredible sound of her son blasting his morning piss into the goddamn toilet with such force it sounded like a fucking firehose! Apparently not only did her little boy have a newfound endowment that put other boys to shame - not to mention every man Deborah had ever been with - but Sam had also apparently developed some kind of condition that made him piss harder and longer than she would have thought possible. Most mornings he would piss for minutes on end, flushing the toilet multiple times during it, presumably to keep the toilet from overflowing. Deborah knew she should have been grossed out by this, but instead… she was fucking soaked! Seeing her son's massive meat pipe stretching those cute little undies, seeing those big horse nuts bounce as he walked, smelling his dick stink, and listening to him piss so hard into the toilet it sounded like he was going to shatter it right in half with the power of his piss beam… all these things made Deborah feel secretly, undeniably, shamefully horny as fuck!

At forty years old Deborah had been single for almost Sam's entire life at this point, having divorced his father when Sam was only three. Since then, she had dated very little, not only because being a mother and working full-time kept her incredibly busy, but also because it was so hard to find a man who was even worth her time, let alone her effort. Most men were juvenile, brutish, or downright boring. Because of this, it had been a while since Deborah had gotten some real good dick. She tried not to think about it, and she was able to give herself plenty of pleasure, but sometimes she would sigh wistfully as she imagined finding a decent man who was also packing a big fat cock he could use to really dick her down the way she liked. Despite Deborah's outward modesty and shy nature, she had secret fantasies of being very submissive to a hung man. These were also things she found it difficult to verbalize without getting embarrassed and clamming up. Since she never talked about those desires, they never had a chance to be fulfilled.

Now though, against all reason, it wasn't a hung man she was sharing her home with, but instead her little eight year old son was walking around the house with a fucking swinging dick and a pair of huge hefty balls that looked like they'd be more appropriate on a fucking horse than a little boy. And that was just what she could surmise from looking at his fucking bulge! What must that thing look like… unwrapped? Frankly, Sam had always been a bit of a big boy down there, but nothing absurd like this. She could tell when he was born that he was going to be popular with the girls, but his size was well within a reasonable range. She imagined when he was older he would probably be somewhere in the neighborhood of eight inches when hard. Now, though? Now it looked like he was hauling around a floppy member that would rival even the biggest porn star. If she had to estimate the length of his flaccid cock - which would be easier than she liked to admit given how much time she'd spent staring at her son's overburdened briefs - she would guess it must be at least eight inches, but it was honestly hard to tell because of the way Sam had to fold it over to fit it inside his underwear. To top it all off, her hung little man could also piss so hard and so long it sounded like he could fill the fucking bathtub with his morning urination, if he didn't blast a hole straight through the side of the tub with his powerful beam first.

All of this had Deborah's heart pounding, her mind racing, and her pussy absolutely drenched. She tried her best to suppress the thoughts, but there was no way she could stop her body reacting to her son's apparent length and girth, and react it did. She found herself having to change her panties before going to work because they just ended up far too wet for her to wear in the office all day.

Yet Deborah's challenges were far from over, as in the coming weeks Sam's… condition… seemed to progress further.

It started with him coming to her one morning with tears in his eyes, a towel wrapped around his little body that mercifully obscured his incredible size. When she asked him what was wrong he confessed that he'd peed the bed and he was very sorry and didn't mean to and please don't be mad! She smiled and reassured him she would never get mad at him for something like that. Unbeknownst to her little boy though, Deborah's heart was pounding and she couldn't help think to herself 'Jesus christ, if he peed the bed his room must be fucking flooded considering how much my boy pisses!' Deborah told Sam to go take a shower and let mommy take care of the linens. He hugged her tightly and thanked her for being a good mommy, which simultaneously made her heart melt and also sent a fresh surge of shame washing over her as she thought about all the bad mommy thoughts she'd been having recently.

However, when Deborah opened the door to Sam's room, she quickly discovered that things were not quite as they had initially seemed. The first thing that she noticed when stepping into his room was something that she couldn't possibly have ignored even if she wanted to. Not only did Sam's room stink like his dick, but there was also another even more powerful smell permeating the space. Deborah squeezed her thighs together and an involuntary moan escaped her lips as she was hit with a wave of this pungent smell, so thick and powerful she swore she could feel the heat coming from that aroma as well.

She was smelling sperm. Fresh, hot, teeming sperm. Sam's room was saturated with the smell of it.

Deborah approached her little boy's bed where his covers were haphazardly covering his sheets, her pulse thrumming in her ears. She reached down and carefully lifted the comforter and top sheet, and was immediately hit with a concentrated dose of that pungent boy jism smell. When she looked under the covers Deborah saw…

More cum than she had ever seen in her entire fucking life.

Fat gelatinous ropes of the incredibly dense stuff were splattered all over her little boy's sheets. The whole underside of Sam's covers as well as the top of his fitted sheet were plastered with thick, pearly boy sperm. Huge interconnected cords of the stuff ran from the underside of his covers to his fitted sheet like a network of slimy spider webs slowly lowering under its own weight. Big clumpy wads of apparently more concentrated sperm nuggets peppered the undercover landscape as well, like little cum jelly beans glistening in the morning light. Deborah could see why Sam had that towel around him. His little body must have been absolutely coated in his ball pudding. Deborah began panting heavily, feeling lightheaded as she surveyed the scene under her son's covers. This didn't look like the nighttime emissions of a single young boy, it looked more like the aftermath of an extreme bukkake film. She had just confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt that her baby boy blew loads big enough to impregnate the whole goddamn town.

After her shameful, thigh-squeezing, panties-soaking orgasm, Deborah tried her best to focus on one single thing: how the fuck was she even going to begin cleaning this up?

She ended up stripping his bed, rolling up his soaked and sperm-stinking sheets into a big ball, and tossing the whole set of covers in the dumpster. She couldn't imagine trying to clean up such a massive amount of cum, so it seemed like the only viable option. It was also the option that meant she had to spend the least amount of time possible around her son's sodden, reeking, sperm-saturated linens. Not because she was bothered by the stink or the heat or the goddamn weight of all that jism, but in fact the opposite.

She shamefully found that she really liked it! Too much so, in fact. More than a mother should like something like that from her own little boy. She threw those sheets away as quickly as possible to stop herself from spending more time around them and indulging her curiosity even further.

Deborah had no idea how to explain to Sam what had actually happened, so she just… didn't. One result of this was that every few days he would have another 'bed wetting' incident and she would have to do cleanup all over again. She couldn't afford to buy multiple sets of sheets every week, so despite her fear of those intrusive thoughts about her son's prodigious output, she had no real choice other than to figure out a method for cleaning them. She decided the best way was just to hang the sperm-splattered sheets on the clothesline outside and spray them with the garden hose. It was hard work as her son's loads were incredibly thick and clung like glue to those sheets. As she hosed them down and saw how resistant they were to being cleaned away, how tightly they clung to whatever they were blasted onto, her mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of how those loads might cling to… other things. Like her face, the inside of her throat, or more importantly… the inside of her pussy, the inside of her womb, and all over her fertile eggs.

She caught herself and felt a sense of panic as she realized the train of thought she was entertaining. She squeezed the water hose handle even harder, trying to wash away not only Sam's incredible cum loads, but also these perverted immoral thoughts along with them.

Sam soon found a way to avoid 'wetting the bed', but Deborah wasn't sure if it was any better than when he blasted his sheets full of cum in his sleep. She discovered Sam's new method of unloading his balls inadvertently one morning. Sam had gotten up earlier than Deborah and taken his shower. She walked into the bathroom after her son had just left and was hit again with that familiar scent: cum stink.

"No…" she said to herself as she walked up to the frosted glass of the shower and placed her hand on the shower door handle, "No no no. Please tell me he didn't-"

She opened the shower and her knees went weak, a guttural moan escaping her lips.

The entire inside of the shower was fucking plastered with her boy's fresh, piping hot, incredibly dense ball loads. Thick ropes and cords of his jelly babies were blasted in criss-crossing patterns all over the shower tile, glass, shower floor, fixtures, even all over her bottles of fancy shampoo and body wash. It looked like a cum bomb had gone off inside that shower, and for all intents and purposes that's exactly what had happened. Her little boy was a walking cum cannon and had apparently emptied both clips all over the inside of their shower. Again trying to limit the amount of time she was exposed to the contents of Sam's big heavy balls, Deborah got to cleaning right away. Using the detachable shower head (after she cleaned it with not one, but two towels to get all the sperm off it) she sprayed down the inside of the shower with scalding hot water. The intense heat helped rinse away her son's powerful jism a little better than the cold water from the hose outside, but the hot water also increased the intensity of the sperm stink to an almost unbearable degree. As she sprayed Sam's stubborn cum ropes with the scalding water, clouds of steam were rolling off those super thick sperm loads, carrying with them plenty of his sperm's essence, plenty of that fucking stink. She was basically vaping her own son's pungent jism, inhaling big lungfuls of it, feeling it saturate the inside of her nose and mouth as well. By the end of it Deborah was panting and shaking, her inner thighs absolutely drenched and her pussy signaling that she was on the verge of an orgasm just from huffing the powerful odor of Sam's ball batter.

Even Sam plastering the inside of the shower with his unbelievably huge cum loads wasn't enough to make Deborah talk to him about his problem. She was too embarrassed and had no idea how to even start the conversation, so instead she just… hoped it would get better. It only got worse. In fact, because Sam received no feedback at all about hosing down his bed and the shower in his seed, he didn't even know it was a problem. That meant that after a few of those messy shower jerkoff sessions which Sam thoroughly enjoyed, he had no compunction about exploring new ways to unload his balls.

The first of these new ways left Deborah speechless. She came into the bathroom to find that Sam had apparently tried to shoot his cum into the toilet, but had severely underestimated how much it could handle. The toilet bowl was filled to overflowing with his sperm loads and it was clear that his cock must have been bucking like crazy because he had also blasted countless thick ropes of his ball jelly all over the toilet tank and the wall above it. The entire bathroom stank of the contents of her son's balls. This mess proved far more difficult to clean up than the shower and Deborah spent hours on it using a large serving spoon, a bucket, cleaning brushes, even some towels, all the while having to smell that pungent sperm and think about just how goddamn virile her son must be. His sperm jelly was so fucking thick that she wondered sometimes how he even pushed some of those cum ropes out of his dick.

'He must have a huge piss slit to push out cum that thick,' she found herself thinking idly while cleaning, 'I bet it's like a fucking coin slot'

"NO!" Deborah cried out loud, then clapped her hands over her mouth. These horrible thoughts were just coming unbidden. She didn't want to be thinking of her son like this and she didn't understand why it kept happening. She put in headphones and listened to a podcast on full volume to drown out the thoughts. It was only partially effective.

Deborah became aware of Sam's next experiment when one of her bras went missing. She looked everywhere in her room and couldn't find it. The next day while Sam was playing in the backyard, she went into his room to get his laundry hamper and there in his hamper, right on the top of the rest of his clothes, sat her bra.

The cups were literally filled with his cum.

It looked as if he had set her bra down in his hamper and jerked off directly into it because there were ropes of his cum splattered all over the inside of the hamper and pooled up on the clothes under her bra. Even with how much he ejaculated into his hamper, her huge bra had each cup filled all the way to the brim with more sperm overflowing from them and running down the sides. Deborah stared in amazement at the unbelievable display of her son's potency. Sam had blasted enough fucking cum to literally fill her fat tits! Deborah let out a shameful moan. Was she really so fucked up that she was getting wet thinking about Sam being able to nut her tits full? She was being tested in ways she never could have previously imagined and she didn't know how much more she could take.

She ended up dumping the entire contents of Sam's laundry hamper into the washing machine, wincing as she heard his huge cum loads splattering all over the inside of the washer, a reminder of just how much fucking sperm she was washing his clothes and her bra with. She slammed the washer closed and punched the button to start the cycle, then stood there panting, trying to will her heart to slow down. She tried to think of something other than the singular thought that had been pounding in her head the whole time, but every time she'd manage to get her mind to stray a little it would snap right back to that same thought.

What does it taste like?

She didn't know what was wrong with her, or what was happening to Sam, and she decided she'd had enough. She needed some kind of outside help. She began searching online for any kind of information about her son's condition, but there was very little she could dig up, and what little she could find related only to adults and wasn't exactly the same symptoms her son was experiencing. However, in her searching she did find a few comments on a healthcare review site that piqued her interest. There was a local doctor who had five star ratings and apparently lots of happy patients. One of her listed specialties was Behavioral Health which sounded exactly like what Sam needed. Deborah saw the doctor also specialized in Reproductive Health, Fertility, and Family Planning, so maybe she would know something about Sam's condition!

The comments mostly said things like "…very thorough…", "…excellent bedside manner", and "…takes a hands-on approach to health care". But then there were more specific comments like "I brought my little boy to her and now he's like a new man!" and "She was indispensable in our fertility journey. The donor she connected us with was amazing, and now he's actually a friend of the family! We all can't get enough of him!" Most promising of all though was the comment that read "My son had such huge issues, but she showed me exactly how to handle them. Now I can take up to three of his issues per day, but we're working our way up to four!"

Wow! It sounded like the doctor had really helped this woman with her son's big behavioral health issues. That's what Sam needed! Maybe this doctor could help her little boy as well.

This is how Deborah found herself sitting in the waiting room for the almost constantly overbooked Dr. Chakowski, holding her son Sam's hand and waiting for their turn to see her.

After the nurse called Deborah's name, she and Sam followed her down the hall to the exam room. She opened the exam room door and stepped aside so the mother and son could enter.

"The doctor will be with you in just a moment," she said, her eyes flitting to Sam's bulge for just a moment, then returning to meet Deborah's eyes. The nurse winked at her, then turned around and walked away. Deborah thought it was odd, but maybe she was just being friendly.

Sam and his mother waited in the exam room for a couple minutes. Deborah couldn't help but notice that even in that short time the room was starting to take on Sam's… scent. She bit her lip nervously, hoping the doctor wouldn't be able to smell it or, if she did, that she would understand and not think less of Deborah for not keeping Sam clean. After all, there was only so much she could do when her son's floppy horse cock and heavy swinging nuts were constantly producing that intoxicating musk. It followed him around like a constant companion. Deborah was ashamed to acknowledge she didn't mind, in fact she'd grown to love her son's special stink.

Deborah looked around the exam room as she waited and her eyes landed on on some tall graduated cylinders next to the sink. They were on the other side of the room, but from where she was sitting it looked like they had some kind of residue in them. A thick, pearly white residue. Not only that, but it looked like there were some maroon colored smudges in places around their rims. Deborah thought it looked like… lipstick prints. Maroon lipstick prints. She was about to walk over and take a look when Sam broke the silence.

"I'm sorry I got stuff all over the shower, mom," he said sheepishly.

Deborah blushed and looked away for a moment. Even in this setting she found it basically impossible to speak directly with Sam about these kinds of things, which was even more reason for him to speak with a doctor. Hopefully Dr. Chakowski could calmly explain what Deborah found herself unable to. She turned back to Sam and smiled down at him.

"It's okay, Sam," she said, reaching her hand toward him intending to place it on his leg reassuringly, then she thought better of it when she looked down and was reminded how massive his package was. She just squeezed his hand instead.

"Are you sure? You're not mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad at you, sweetie. I just… I want the doctor to talk with you about all that… stuff… in the shower, and in your sheets, and in the… toilet" she responded, blushing again and looking away as her mind was filled again with the images and smells of the humongous loads of cum her son had been blasting recently. Her head swam as she began replaying in her mind each of her son's loads she'd found so far. Luckily after only a moment of this the exam room door opened and Dr. Chakowski entered, breaking Deborah's train of thought and giving her a much needed distraction from those obsessive thoughts.

The doctor was a shapely woman in her early to mid fifties, her black hair streaked with plenty of of gray and pulled back in a neat bun. She wore a smart pair of glasses that perfectly accentuated the angles of her slim face. Deborah was struck by her kind eyes, her pretty and mature face, and also her absolutely massive ass. Deborah's eyes actually widened a little when the doctor walked in and gave her a glimpse of that enormous wagon. Deborah had always been interested in both men and women and she found herself having trouble meeting Dr. Chakowski's gaze rather than staring at her massive dump truck ass. It was only after staring at her big butt for a few moments that Deborah also noticed Dr. Chakowski appeared to be a few months pregnant. When the doctor smiled and extended her hand, that's when Deborah's brain also registered something else she hadn't paid attention to at first.

Dr. Chakowski was wearing maroon lipstick.

"Hello, you must be Deborah. I'm Dr. Chakowski, but please call me Barbara."

"Yes, I'm Deborah. Nice to meet you as well, Barbara."

Deborah shook the doctor's hand and smiled, feeling how soft it was. 'These are the hands of a practitioner who gives gentle restorative care to her patients,' Deborah thought to herself. She had no idea the exact type of care those hands had actually been giving. The kind of care that would have made her blush. Even some kinds of care the sex-starved mother had never imagined, let alone attempted to perform.

"And you must be Sam," Barbara said, bending at the hip and leaning down to be more at his level. Bending over in this way made the doctor's double-wide ass stick up in the air, stretching the form-fitting thigh-length skirt she was wearing and accentuating the size and shape of each of her ass cheeks. Sam's eyes moved from the doctor's pretty face, up her back, to settle on her large rump raised in the air behind her. He realized that ass was large enough for him to bury his entire head in without seeing any daylight. Sam's shorts pulsed a few times. Dr. Chakowski grinned as she saw exactly where the boy's eyes were fixating. She not only expected it, she liked it. So while he watched, she squeezed her ass cheeks together, then let them relax. Squeeze, then relax. Squeeze, then relax. She kept doing this which had the effect of causing her fat ass to clap softly and jiggle like crazy.

Though Sam could see the doctor's ass even from his vantage point right in front of her, Deborah was standing behind the doctor and it looked as if Barbara were straight presenting her ass and pussy to Deborah as she clapped those cheeks together. Deborah's eyes really did grow wide as she watched the doctor making her ass bounce in that way.

"So nice to meet you, Sam," Barbara said, extending her hand.

Sam swallowed hard and shook the doctor's hand, feeling very honored that she was talking to him like a normal person and not just a kid. He also simultaneously felt extremely anxious because of how pretty the doctor was and how his body was reacting to it. His little shorts, which had already been sporting a sizeable and very obvious bulge, were now stretching even more as his big thing started to wake up.

"H-hi, doctor Barbara," he said, his eyes still watching her ass bounce for him, "Mom said you were gonna help me today."

Barbara absolutely noticed Sam's growing member stretching his shorts to nearly their breaking point. She didn't look directly at it though, and instead continued looking into his eyes. She knew she would have ample opportunity to get an eyeful of that thing in just a moment. Barbara stood and straightened her skirt with a few strokes of her hand down her ample thighs, then her hand moved to her pregnant belly, gently rubbing it.

"That's right, dear. I'm gonna help you out today. So first things first, I need you to hop up here," she said, patting the spot on the end of the cushioned exam table, "so I can get a closer look at you."

Deborah walked around from behind Barbara and leaned down, picking Sam up. This also meant Sam was smushed between his mother's large heavy breasts, his eyes growing wide as his face pressed into her cleavage. Deborah felt her little boy's big package pressed against her stomach grow a little larger and she blushed, moving to quickly set him down on the end of the exam table. Deborah took a seat in the nearby chair facing Sam and the doctor. Sam sat there with his legs hanging over the edge of the exam table, his legs spread enough to accommodate the big, low-slung package popping the seams on those little shorts. Barbara pulled up a rolling stool to the foot of the exam table, lowered her sizable ass onto it, and faced Deborah. This meant the doctor's face was right next to the crotch of Sam's overstuffed shorts. His big boy bulge was aimed directly at the side of Barbara's face as she looked at Sam's mom. This fact wasn't lost on Sam either as his cock flexed again in his shorts and Deborah heard the telltale spurting of him shooting preloads into his briefs.

"Alright Deborah, why don't you tell me why you brought Sam in today?"

Deborah looked at Barbara, then her eyes moved to Sam's unreasonably large bulge, then she looked back at Barbara again, furrowing her brow. Was this woman somehow oblivious to Sam's enormous equipment? Deborah had thought it would be obvious. Apparently she needed to explain it to to the doctor.

"Well, you see," Deborah began, chewing on her lip, "Sam here, he… he's gone through quite the growth spurt recently, but it's a much… bigger growth spurt than I was expecting. Does that… make sense?"

"Deborah, of course that makes sense," the doctor said reassuringly, "I can see how big your boy's member is. It looks like he's got an anaconda folded over in those shorts." Barbara smiled as she said this, as if this was merely the friendly reassurance of a doctor and nothing more. As if to emphasize the point about the sheer size of Sam's cock, his huge bulge pulsed again and spurted softly in his shorts. Barbara didn't react, she just kept eye contact with Deborah and asked "So that's why you brought him in? Just because of his size?"

"I, uh… yes?" Deborah responded, dumbfounded by the way Barbara was behaving. Sam's cock flexed again and audibly spurted more precum into his undies. Deborah shook her head, trying to focus her thoughts. "Actually, no. I guess that's not the only reason. Doctor… I mean… Barbara," she said, then leaned in close to Barbara, speaking in a low conspiratorial tone, "Sam has started to have… wet dreams… every few days or so. He's also having a similar issue when he's awake, too. It's not as often as the wet dreams, but it's still… often." Deborah hoped she wouldn't have to be more specific than that, preferring to not speak about the quite alarming details.

"Well yes, Deborah," Barbara responded, not bothering to match the other woman's low tone and speaking at a normal volume as if these were things they could just openly talk about in front of Sam, "I imagine your boy is having lots of wet dreams with those baseballs he's hauling around in his shorts." Deborah's eyes went wide when Barbara referred to her son's testicles as 'baseballs' in such a casual tone. "It's also not surprising to hear he's offloading his swimmers during the day, too. I mean, I don't know about you, but I can hear that thing spitting into his shorts right now. Don't you hear that big hog of his just constantly spurting?"

Deborah's face went white. This doctor was saying such raunchy things as if they were a normal part of any doctor's visit. The silence was broken by Sam whimpering and then the muffled sound of his piss slit blasting a beam of precum up under his nuts where the hooded tip of his folded over cock was nestled.

Barbara pointed directly to Sam's flexing bulge and looked at Deborah. "You're gonna tell me you didn't hear that? Sounds like he's got a super soaker going off in there"

"Of course I heard that!" Deborah hissed, "I just didn't come out and say it! I'm trying to maintain a little modesty for my boy's sake!"

"No need for that," Barbara said, waving her hand dismissively, "Look, you clearly thought Sam needed to be seen today. You thought it was important enough to make an appointment with me. And Deborah, I'm here to help you, and to help Sam. I really am. But to do so, I'm going to need you to be straight with me. So the only reasons you brought him in are because his cute little weenie turned into a big ol' salami, and he's started making knuckle children? There's nothing else?"

Deborah felt like she was going crazy. Barbara was using language more suited for locker room than an exam room. What the hell was wrong with this doctor? With this woman? Deborah's exasperation boiled over and she just wanted this conversation to be over. In fact she wanted this exam to be over. She didn't know why this doctor came so highly recommended if this was her bedside manner!

"Yeah, sure, whatever!" Deborah barked, "Those are the only reasons, and now that we've talked about those reasons I think we're done with this visit." She grabbed her purse.

"What about the amount, Deborah?" Barbara asked coolly.

Deborah's heart skipped a beat.

"The… the amount?" she asked, swallowing hard, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry, "What do you mean?"

Barbara leaned in closer to Deborah, and this time she did speak in a whisper low enough that Sam couldn't hear.

"I mean the amount of fucking cum he's shooting, Deborah. The volume. How much is it? A cup or two? Or are we talking more like… a liter or two?"

Deborah's face went white again. The doctor knew. How could she know? Sure, one look at that kid's balls and anyone could tell that he must shoot loads at least a few times bigger than the average man. Except… the doctor said cups and liters of cum! Far more than any normal man should be able to shoot, let alone a little boy. So the doctor must be… familiar with this condition. Deborah's indignation was subsumed by her curiosity and confusion. She found herself responding without thinking. "It's easily a couple liters," Deborah whispered, staring blankly ahead.

Sam watched his mother and the doctor with fascination, wondering what they were discussing that seemed so serious. He began to worry a little that maybe there really was something wrong with him.

"Mmm, that's a big fuckin' load," Barbara whispered into Deborah's ear, "Cleaning up those wet dreams must be quite the undertaking, huh mommy?"

Deborah just nodded, feeling somewhat in shock from this strange experience. Barbara pulled back from her and sat up straight again, smiling up at Sam. The little boy looked worried as he studied his mother's blank expression, her mind trying to process what was happening and failing momentarily.

"Is mommy alright?" Sam asked, his voice quivering a little, "Am… am I alright? Is it something real bad?"

"Dear, you have no need to worry at all. Your mother is perfectly fine. We were just discussing some private details, that's all. I promise you that you're a healthy boy and there's nothing bad I'm gonna tell you today, okay? Only good stuff." Barbara smiled warmly at him.

Sam's tension visibly eased and he smiled back at the doctor. "Thank you, doctor Barbara."

"You're very welcome, Sam. Now, it's time for your examination," she said, then without any warning and without even bothering to put on gloves, she stood up and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped Sam's shorts causing him to yelp in surprise, then she reached inside with both hands and hauled out his slimy, uncircumcised, semi-hard, footlong cock and his heavy, hairless, orange-sized balls. The room was quickly filled with the intoxicating scent of Sam's musky, precum-coated meat hose and his gurgling, jumbo-sized balls. Deborah moaned reflexively as she sucked in the incredible stink of her son's huge dick, massive balls, and sperm-laced prenut. Barbara sighed with satisfaction as she inhaled the same delicious cocktail, then she let Sam's cock and balls flop onto the exam table with a loud wet FLUMP-LUMP-WHAP! His long dick slung precum that splattered onto Barbara's pregnant belly, the tile floor, and even the front of the exam table. Meanwhile his hefty nuts tumbled over the edge of the table and hung incredibly low, swinging from side to side like a perverted pair of fleshy pendulums.

Deborah was in awe. Of course she had seen Sam's bulging cock straining the seams on his undies, and she had seen the contours of his huge balls through those same underwear, but seeing her eight year old son's donkey dick and fist-sized nuts in all their naked, stinky glory jutting out from the smooth crotch of her perfect baby boy made Deborah feel like she was going to have an orgasm just from the sight. Those fucking bull nuts of his were goddamn massive! Deborah had never seen balls so huge! She couldn't help but wonder how their size compared to those of an actual fucking horse. She imagined they'd be damn close, and her son might actually have larger nuts than a stallion. Sam's foreskin was long enough that it covered most of his cock head, leaving only the very tip peeking out. As Deborah stared in disbelief at her son's enormous hooded member - the same dick that had been blasting those farm-animal-sized cum loads in various places in their home - she saw that yes, she was right: his piss slit was so fucking big it was like a goddamn coin slot! She stared at that huge dickhole as it lazily drooled precum and immediately found herself wondering how much of her tongue she could push up inside Sam's urethra. She whimpered at the shameful thought, trying feebly to push it away, but she just couldn't get the idea out of her mind. What would it be like to make out with the winking, drooling entrance to her son's cum pipe?

"Well look at you, Sam!" Barbara said, putting her hands on her hips and grinning, "I knew you were a big boy, but goddamn!"

Sam was panting, his cock and balls finally released from the tight confines of his shorts and briefs. He looked up at Barbara and nodded. "Y-yeah, I guess it's gotten p-pretty big recently."

"No guessing about it, dear. You're packing some serious fuckin' meat! Your mom was telling me you've also been blasting a couple liters of your white jelly every few nights. Is that right, dear?"

Deborah gasped as Barbara said such filthy things to her son, but she didn't actually protest or try to intervene, just sat there blushing. Meanwhile, the doctor's foul words were having an obvious effect on Sam who whimpered pitifully as his huge cock went from a semi-hard twelve inches to a fully erect fifteen inches. His big engorged knob became even larger, causing his foreskin to unroll about a third of the way down his big cock head. Her son's zoological cock was already alarmingly massive when only partially erect, but at full hardness she saw her son was swinging around a goddamn little league baseball bat of a dick! All this dirty talk combined with two grown women eye-fucking his meat pipe made Sam moan, his cumslit opening wide as his cock flexed and blasted a continuous beam of milky, sperm-tinged precum for a few seconds straight. The big arcing beam splattered all over the exam room door, hitting it with enough force to actually make the door rattle on its hinges a little.

"Fuck YEAH!" Barbara said, her eyes lighting up at the incredible display of virility, "Good boy, Sam! Those nuts are about to boil over, huh? Don't worry, little man. Doctor Barbara's here to help. But first, I need to weigh you."

Barbara grabbed a slim electronic scale off the counter and then lifted one of Sam's huge nuts. She slid the scale onto the exam table underneath it, then gently lowered his enormous boy nut onto the scale, watching the numbers on the digital display go up.

"Holy fuck! Just one of his balls weighs five fucking pounds!" she said, grinning ear to ear.

"F-five p-pounds?!" Deborah stammered, sweat beading up on her forehead.

"Yup!" Barbara confirmed, sliding the scale under Sam's other hefty gonad. Sam winced slightly at how cold the scale was, but also how sensitive his backed up balls were. "Jesus Christ, the other one is five and a half pounds! This kid is a serious fucking stud!"

"Barbara!" Deborah yelped. She was shocked at the things the doctor was saying, but also shamefully aware of how turned on she was by it as well. Barbara just ignored her response and as Deborah stared on in shock, the doctor opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a clean graduated cylinder. She handed it to Deborah who looked down at it, then back up at Barbara.

"Wh-what?" was all Deborah could manage to say. Barbara grinned, then sat back down on the stool, her huge ass spilling over every side of it and her thighs spread to give room for her pregnant belly.

"We're gonna need mommy's help. You just hold that steady for me, okay?" Barbara said, then reached over and, again without even bothering to put on gloves, she grasped Sam's flexing donkey dick with both hands and started two-hand-tugging the big fucker. It was so slimy with his milky precum that there was no need to even use lube as he had lubricated it more than enough already inside his shorts. Barbara's hands made a rhythmic schlik, schlik, schlik sound as she methodically milked Sam's horse cock. Sam continued letting out whimpering moans, gripping the exam table and bucking his hips into Barbara's hands, spurting another gigantic blast of precum that loudly splattered against the door.

"DOCTOR CHAKOWSKI!" Deborah yelped, "What on EARTH are you doing?!"

"Hmm? What does it look like, Deborah?" Barbara asked, unfazed, "I'm jerking off your little boy's big fat dick." Sam's cock fired off another firehose blast of prenut in response to the doctor's filthy words, his big heavy balls pulling up close to his crotch, then descending over the side of the exam table again, swinging forward and back from the continuous milking motion of Barbara's experienced hands.

"Why the fuck are you jerking off my kid?!" Deborah bellowed.

Barbara got a serious look on her face, but continued her concerted double-fisted jerking of Sam's slimy monster schlong. "Deborah, your son's balls are producing an incredible amount of semen. Didn't you hear me? Sam has fucking ten pound horse nuts! Can you imagine the amount of fucking sperm backed up in these cum factories of his? I'm amazed he didn't blow his load as soon as I pulled out his cock and balls. Your son, Deborah… he needs to be fucking milked!" To emphasize her point, Barbara grinned and jerked Sam faster, the slick noises getting louder and Sam's little body shivering even more as his nuts started slowly climbing up closer to his body.

"S-surely there's some other… procedure!" Deborah pleaded, unable to even think of what to call such a thing, "You're not even wearing gloves for Christ's sake!"

"Why would I wear gloves, Deborah?" Barbara asked, looking genuinely confused. Sam groaned and his donkey dick flexed to aim even higher and piss the biggest, milkiest beam of precum yet. It blasted all over the top of the door and onto the ceiling. "Holy shit! You gonna fuckin' shoot ropes, little man? You about to blast that big bull load for me? Fuck yeah, Sammy. Show doctor Barbara just how many jelly babies you've been brewing in these hung nuts of yours!"

Deborah's mouth hung open as she watched, feeling helpless to stop this. She knew she could just slap the doctor's perverted hands away from her son's massive cock, but she felt unable to do so. She was compelled, like she had to witness this. She'd seen the evidence of Sam's incredibly productive balls, but she'd never actually witnessed him blowing one of his loads. She realized this was her chance to watch her son's fifteen inch, wrist-thick, battering ram of a cock gush the biggest loads she'd ever seen in her life.

Sam moaned louder and his cock engorged even more, looking big and angry now, thick veins criss-crossing the hulking length of his kid horse cock. His nuts were pulling up ever closer to his crotch, almost touching his cock now. The thick cum tube protruding along the bottom of his shaft started swelling at the base, the inflated lumpy shape spreading slowly up his shaft. It took Deborah a moment to realize that she was actually seeing Sam's impossibly thick sperm loads pushing up his fucking cum tube toward his piss slit.

She was about to see her son nut like a fucking firehose.

"D-doctor B-Barbara! It's gonna come ooouuuutt!!" Sam groaned, then threw his head back and bucked his hips up into Barbara's hands so hard she really did look like a horse breeder trying to wrangle a stallion cock.

Deborah stared in awe as Sam's pisshole opened wider and wider while Barbara expertly milked his donkey dick, the bulging shapes in his cum tube pushing closer and closer to his cock head, until finally Sam let out a shuddering moan and his dickhole started to give birth to the thickest, clumpiest sperm Deborah had ever seen. It pushed out in a slow but steady extrusion, a compacted, solid, continuous rope of pearly white jism as thick as her finger. The exam room was almost instantly filled with the sharp, pungent, intoxicating stink of the most concentrated and virile sperm Deborah had ever smelled.

"Oooohhh, that's a good boy!" Barbara cooed, working her thumbs up the underside of his cock to help manually extract Sam's sperm worm from his winking dick hole, "Push out all that thick nasty stuff! Goddamn your cum fucking stinks, Sam! I feel like your sperm stink is trying to impregnate my fucking sinuses! HNNHHH! Shoot it all out for us, baby. Blow those big fucking loads! Nut as hard as you fucking can!"

Sam's head was spinning as the kind doctor milked his slimy cock with both hands, bringing him to what was already the most powerful orgasm of his short life, and it was only just beginning. He looked down to watch his backed up and compacted cum cord push further and further out his cum slit in preparation for blasting all the gooey jism that was backed up behind that sperm plug. As the cord dangled lower and lower from his knob, Barbara looked over at Deborah.

"Quick! Hold the sample cylinder in place, Deborah!" Barbara barked at her, "You need to catch it!"

The doctor's commanding tone gave Deborah a jolt and she rushed to obey the older woman, moving the graduated cylinder to just under the end of her son's big jelly worm, then slowly lifting the container as the cum rope sunk ever lower, trying her best to catch it all.

"Fuck, he's about to really start blasting now! I can tell," Barbara said, licking her lips. She looked at Deborah again. "Hold that thing with both hands, mommy. Your little boy is about to gush like a fire hydrant!"

Deborah was panting now, sweat dripping from her forehead. She'd never experienced something so lewd in her life, and although she knew she should stop all of this, that she should in fact have stopped this well before now, she just… couldn't. She couldn't make herself look away or tell the doctor to stop or pull Sam away from her. Deborah was now as invested as Barbara and she needed to see Sam shoot his load.

Sam's tongue was hanging out, his eyes rolled back, panting heavily as his cock flexed and pushed out the tail end of that big jelly worm. The thick cord flopped down into the graduated cylinder, piling up on itself like a length of wet, pearly rope. Deborah stared in awe and fascination at that thick cord of sperm and felt herself entering something like a dream state as she ruminated about the solid proof in front of her that her baby boy was a breeding machine.

That big fat jelly worm had been brewing in her son's balls for five days now. Usually he blew his load every two to three days. She was certain of this because she knew every time her little boy ejaculated. There was no way for him to hide that from her, given his output. Yet ever since she'd made his doctor's appointment almost a week ago, Sam had become a little self-conscious about his cum loads and had stopped shooting them. Apparently his will was strong enough even in his sleep to keep him from having a wet dream. Deborah had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand she was relieved to have a brief respite from the intensive process of cleaning Sam's ball loads from wherever he chose to gush them that day. On the other hand she felt somewhat ashamed, like she was a bad mother for making her perfect little boy self-conscious enough to abstain from cumming when he obviously couldn't help how much he needed to nut. If Sam's huge fucking loads of cum were at least two liters when they'd been brewing for three days, how much would her baby boy shoot after five fucking days? How much jism was in his nuts that it would compact and coagulate into such a long, dense sperm plug like that? Just how much goddamn ball gravy could her little stallion produce?!

Sam's cock flexed again. Deborah snapped back to reality.

"Oh fuck! Here it comes!" Barbara moaned, using her strength to aim Sam's dick down at the entrance to that graduated cylinder while he started really bucking his hips and fucking her hands like a mustang trying to breed.

Sam's dickhole dilated wide and then began pissing a finger-thick beam of pure fucking sperm into the beaker. The jet continued for a solid seven seconds of constant sperm blasting. Deborah's eyes grew wide as he gushed so hard into the graduated cylinder that plenty of his cum splashed back onto his cock and the doctor's hands. Barbara didn't even slow down, she just continued tugging him off with both hands, even as she smeared his hot gooey cum all over his cock in the process. The sheer amount of Sam's steaming, stinky jism splattering all over his cock and the doctor's hands turned the schlik, schlik, schlik sounds of her professional cock-milking tug job to even nastier shlork, shplurk, shlek, shlerk sounds of a sloppy sperm-slathered stroke session. There was so much cum on Barbara's hands that it looked like twenty guys had blown their loads all over them, but this was just the fucking splash-back from the first jet of her gradeschool son's ejaculation!

Deborah's boy was just getting started.

Sam continued blasting ropes for minutes on end, his orgasm never ebbing during that time, his output never waning. After the first minute the 1,000 ml graduated cylinder was completely full, but Deborah was too dumbfounded by what was happening to even think of putting it down. She just continued holding it up as Barbara kept tugging. Sam's heavy, piping hot eruptions of pudding-thick jism started blasting all over Deborah's hands, coating them in the thick gooey stuff and making her moan as she felt the force of his ejaculation impacting her skin along with the incredible heat and thick, clumpy texture of his sperm loads. His sperm stink was so pervasive now she could fucking taste it!

"You can set that beaker down now," Barbara said, grinning as she continued jerking Sam's shooting cock.

"O-okay," Deborah muttered setting it on a nearby tray. But Barbara kept stroking Sam's cock, and now it was aimed… right at Deborah. She didn't even have time to take in the full implications of that before Sam's dickhole opened wide again and he gushed a massive jet of his boy jelly all over Deborah's huge heavy tits.

"Ooohhh fuck!" she moaned as her own son nutted his thick loads all in her pale cleavage and all over her button-down blouse.

Barbara just cackled and kept working Sam's dick with both her sperm-slathered hands. "Fuck yeah, Sammy! Blast that fucking load for us! Look, mommy's helping even more now!"

Sam hadn't been able to focus on what was in front of him, his eyes rolled back with the intensity and duration of his ongoing orgasm. As the nice doctor said that though, his eyes moved down to look in front of him and he saw…

His beautiful mommy, looking down at her big heavy boobies, while his cock erupted his incredibly thick sperm loads all over those big mommy milkers of hers. Sam gripped the table even harder and groaned, his cock firing off more and more sperm for his mommy, absolutely covering her tits in it, burying them under his ultra-virile loads. He'd never cum this hard in his life, and he didn't think he'd ever shot so much gooey stuff before, either. Seeing his mommy take his loads had him cumming even harder, shooting even more.

"Yyyeeeessss, baby boy!" Barbara hissed, "Piss out all that sperm for doctor Barbara! Fucking drain those big fat horse nuts! Show your mommy what a fucking stud you are!"

Deborah's eyes were half-lidded as she looked up at Sam, her mouth partially open, panting like a dog in heat. Sam was amazed that she wasn't trying to stop any of this, or complaining or yelling at him for cumming on her. She seemed to… like it.

"Let it all out, sweetie," Deborah said in a sultry voice that Sam hadn't heard from her before, his mother's eyes glassy and distant. Sam's balls were unloading so hard now they actually began to hurt a little and he started softly crying from the overpowering feelings he was experiencing.

"OOooohhhh, almost done, big boy," Barbara cooed, slowing her tugging as she saw his cum jets beginning to get a little smaller, a little weaker, "Push out as much as you can, okay? That's a good boy. Just a little more."

Sam's cock pulsed as it pushed out another beam that arced down toward Deborah's thighs, splattering all over them. The next jet arced down further to cover her wiggling toes in his ball chowder. As Barbara kept slowly and methodically tugging him, the jets became a slow drooling stream of thick boy jelly. Finally, Sam's orgasm stopped and his dickhole slowly burped up the thick clumpy wads that were stuck in his piss pipe, the last leftovers of his massive load.

Barbara released Sam's slimy, cum-covered cock and let it flop down onto the edge of the exam table, splattering sperm all over the cushion. She looked at her hands, her palms and fingers absolutely coated in his thick wriggling jelly.

"Goddamn, Sammy," Barbara said, sniffing his potent cum on her hands, "You nut like a fucking team of horses! What a healthy boy you are! Such vigor, such volume! I think you might have made it into my hall of fame, little man. Okay, let me wash my hands. Just a moment," Barbara said, keeping her cum-covered hands in front of her as she walked to the open door of the attached bathroom. She stepped inside and used her foot to close the door.

The doctor was in the bathroom for only a minute, but Deborah didn't hear the water running at all. Instead she just heard soft wet smacking sounds. Was that the sound of… slurping?

The doctor stepped out of the bathroom, her hands completely clean, not a single wad of Sam's cum on them. She walked over to where he was sitting.

"Now, Sam," Barbara said in her reassuring tone, as if she hadn't just given this eight year old boy a sperm-lubed handjob like some kind of truckstop slut, "Do you feel better?"

"Y-yeah, doctor Barbara," Sam panted, wiping the sweat from his brow and trying to catch his breath in the aftermath of the most mind-blowing orgasm he'd ever had, "I feel lots better, actually. That felt… really really good, doctor Barbara. And my… um… my balls? They don't ache like they did before. Thank you for… helping me," he said earnestly, making Barbara coo happily.

"You really are just the cutest!" the perverted doctor responded, "And you're very welcome, Sam. It's my job to make people feel better. I'm glad I could do that for you."

"Sorry for making such a big mess," Sam said, his eyes moving to the ceiling, then the door, then his mothers big fat titties. All of them were absolutely plastered with his cum loads.

"Oh, no need to apologize at all, little man!" Barbara said, patting his leg, "I'm a doctor, I've seen this kind of thing before. I can get someone to clean up this exam room. Or… I might just clean it myself," she said, rubbing her thighs together. "Now, your mommy on the other hand, she looks like she might have gotten more than she can handle." Barbara laughed and grabbed a stack of paper towels from the dispenser, setting them on the tray next to Deborah so she could at least wipe off her hands. The doctor grinned as she asked "It's a lot different than cleaning up some sheets, huh? You okay there, mommy? Did your little boy upset you by emptying his balls all over you?"

Sam looked at his mom with puppy dog eyes as she awkwardly grabbed paper towels and tried to wipe his thick nut sludge off her hands. Sam really was afraid he had upset her. It made Deborah's heart break to see him like that, and honestly she couldn't even be mad at him. Yes, he did just hose her down in his fucking kid loads like she was nothing more than her little boy's jerkoff target, but she also knew he couldn't help how big his balls were, how much sperm they produced, or how much he clearly needed to shoot that cum as hard as possible. Deborah swallowed hard and forced a smile.

"I'm fine, Sam," she said, placing the wad of cum-soaked paper towels on the tray, "I'm not upset. I know you couldn't help it. I just… my god… there's soooo much!" she exclaimed, looking down at her top completely soaked with his cum, big thick wriggling ropes of it piled up and criss-crossed over her tits, belly, thighs, and even her toes. Literally the only thing she could smell was her own son's sperm stink, so strong it made her eyes water… and her mouth… and her pussy. Sam's cock burped up another clumpy discharge of boy jelly as he watched his mother marvel at the size of his load. Barbara reached over and casually tugged Sam's flaccid cock a few more times, milking out more sperm wads to plop onto the floor.

"Looks like he really gave it to you, dear," Barbara said to Deborah, grinning and letting go of Sam's horse cock, "Here, why don't you let me help you clean up?"

Before Deborah could respond, Barbara reached over with her bare hands and started shoveling huge piles of Sam's gelatinous, piping hot ball loads off her tits and onto the floor, the dense cum splattering loudly. Deborah moaned as this doctor she just met unabashedly pawed at her fat titties, scooping handful after handful of her underage son's cum off them. It had been a while since Deborah had been touched by someone else and it sent shivers of pleasure up her spine as the doctor calmly cleaned her son's nut pudding off her breasts, belly, and thighs, slinging all of it carelessly on the floor. When Barbara was done, the front of Deborah's blouse and capris were still very clearly soaked with Sam's sperm, and they fucking stank of his pungent jism, but since the more solid ropes and cords of Sam's nut custard had been shoveled off her body she at least didn't look like a glazed pastry anymore.

"Th-thank you, doctor," Deborah heard herself saying, too dazed by everything that had happened to think about how sick it was to thank the lecherous doctor for doing such perverted things.

Barbara grabbed some of the paper towels off the stack and wiped her hands clean with them, then she lifted the graduated cylinder packed all the way to the top with Sam's ball jelly. She licked her lips and admired it, shaking her head. "Goddamn, Sammy. Look how big of a sperm sample you gave me? And this isn't even half of your full load. It's gonna take me a little while to… process this sample," she said, winking to Deborah who only blushed. Barbara set the cylinder on the sink counter next to the other cylinders with the pearly residue in them and the lipstick marks all over the rim.

Barbara clapped her hands together. "Okay! Now that you've gotten some temporary relief, let's talk about treatment," she said, smiling at Sam. "Little man, you have a condition known as extreme hyperspermia. Now, despite the scary name, it's really nothing bad and you don't need to worry, okay? All it means is that this big floppy fucker here," she gently grasped Sam's cum-splattered cock and flopped it up and down a few times, making him moan, "shoots waaaaay more of that pearly jelly than other boys. Hell, even more than other men!"

Deborah just stared at this interaction dumbly, too dazed to offer any kind of pushback. Sam listened intently to the doctor's words, very eager to know more about his condition and what he should do about it.

"So, your nuts are just gonna keep brewing up these big stinky loads of cum. That's not gonna stop, dear. In fact, it'll probably only increase! Now, what that means for you is this," Barbara leaned in close and grinned at him. When she spoke she did so at the same volume, wanting Deborah to hear. "It means that you need to blow as many loads as possible every single day. Sounds like you've only been making your buckets of pearl jam every few days or so, is that right? Usually in your sleep, huh?"

Sam just nodded, enraptured by what the doctor was telling him. The treatment for this was to… shoot more of this stuff? That didn't sound so bad!

"Well, now you need to take more initiative. You can't just let your ball babies out every few days, you gotta start milking them out every day, okay?"

"Doctor, please," Deborah whispered, mustering some small amount of internal strength and lucidity to feebly push back against this nastiness, "You can't be serious."

Barbara gave Deborah a stern look. "Ma'am, I am absolutely serious. Your little boy has a chronic condition and if this ejaculation was any indication, these big heavy balls of his need to be milked at least three times a day. Honestly I would recommend much more than that, if possible. Basically, Sam needs to nut as hard and as often as he is able. That's the only treatment for his condition."

Deborah looked at the pile of sperm on the floor that Barbara had shoveled off her body, then to the huge ropes of the unbelievably thick ball pudding slowly oozing down the door and dripping from the ceiling, and lastly her eyes moved to the huge graduated cylinder that was overflowing with the product of Sam's horse balls.

"Doctor," she croaked, "How? Just… how?"

"Oh don't be so gloomy, Deborah," Barbara said cheerfully, "I'm sure you can figure out ways to integrate this into your life. To start out though, I'd recommend these," she said, opening a drawer and pulling out a box that she tossed to Deborah who reflexively caught it. The stunned mother looked down and read the label on the box out loud.

"Stallion Condoms." She clapped her hand over her mouth, eyes growing wide as she looked at Barbara.

"Look, normal rubbers ain't gonna do shit to contain your kid's fat fucking meat hose," Barbara said, using her thumb to point over her shoulder at Sam's big hanging dick, "And they sure as fuck wouldn't be able to contain your boy's ball loads. Now these, on the other hand," she said, tapping the box in Deborah's hand, "are designed specifically for horses. They should be able to fit on Sam's donkey dick and hopefully contain his liters of boy seed. Well… they should be able to hold at least half of his load," she finished, grinning wickedly.

"Wh-what am I supposed to… how do I… what do I do?" Deborah stammered, so mixed up and tossed around she felt completely overwhelmed.

"I mean, that's up to you," Barbara said, shrugging, "All I'm saying is you might wanna make sure your boy here has access to those things at all times unless you want to invest in a heavy duty shop vac and steam cleaner."

"I… okay," was all Deborah could manage.

Barbara turned her attention to Sam, smiling warmly at him as her mature and experienced hands moved down to very tenderly lift his big fat balls and floppy cock, guiding them back into his briefs and shorts for him, being careful to fold his dick over just the way it was before, putting things back as she found them, except of course for the addition of all the thick gooey sperm still slathered over his entire flaccid schlong.

"Can you do me a favor, little man?" Barbara asked the sweet hung boy, "Can you wait outside for just a minute? I need to talk to your mommy real quick."

Sam watched the doctor's deft fingers somehow manage to stuff his gigantic endowment back into his meager shorts, buttoning and zipping them up just like they were when he came into the exam room. "Sure, doctor Barbara. I can do that. Is that okay, mommy?" he asked, hopping down off the exam table.

Deborah stared at the box of horse rubbers in her hands and barely nodded. Sam stepped out and closed the door behind him.

Barbara put her hand on Deborah's shoulder and the stunned mother looked up at her. "I know as a mother it's hard to know what to do in situations like this," Barbara said, rubbing her pregnant belly, "but I promise you this is what's best for your little boy, and for you."

"I… I guess," Deborah said, looking back down at the box of equine cock sheaths. She sighed and stood up, putting the box into her purse. She looked down at her stained blouse and pants, Sam's cum stink on them still incredibly strong. She knew anyone who came within ten feet of her would be able to tell she smelled like a fucking used condom.

Barbara picked up a clipboard with Sam's patient info on it and began checking things off and jotting down notes. "So, you've been cleaning up his loads for a little while now, yes?" Barbara asked as she recorded her notes.

"Yes," Deborah said, blushing again, "It's been two months of this."

"Hmm, I see. And how much have you eaten?" Barbara asked, still filling out paperwork.

Deborah's heart leapt in her chest. "… e-excuse me?"

Barbara stopped writing and looked at Deborah over the tops of her glasses. "Sam's sperm. How much of it have you swallowed?"

"Wh-what? None!" she gasped, blushing not just from the question itself, but also the shameful knowledge that she had absolutely thought many times about eating it and had somehow managed to keep herself from doing so.

Barbara chuckled. "Wow. Seriously? After two months? Damn, girl. You lasted longer than I could."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You should eat it," Barbara said flatly.

"WHAT?!"

"Eat his sperm, Deborah. Eat as much as you can."

"Are you fucking crazy?! Why the hell would I do something like that?!" Deborah's face was red with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion.

Barbara leaned in close and placed her hands on Deborah's shoulders, whispering into her ear again, but this time holding here there while she did it.

"Do it, Deborah. Eat it. Eat his fucking jism. It's okay, it really is. Just give in. Just eat it. Gobble up those buttery ball loads of his. Swallow as much as you can. I know you want to, and it's impressive that you held off for this long, but you don't have to resist it. It's so much better once you give in. Just fucking devour that perfect boy's ball candy like it's the only food left on earth. He's just gonna keep fucking nutting like that. You know that, right? He can blast like that every fucking day if he's properly milked! I've seen it before. He can feed you literally as much as you can swallow. Don't waste it, Deborah. Eat it. Eat your son's sperm."

Barbara let go of Deborah's shoulders and grinned at her, then she picked her clipboard back up and resumed filling out paperwork. Deborah stood there shivering and sweating, eyes wide, skin pallid. It felt like this woman had just looked into her soul, plucked out her most shameful secret desire, and acted like the devil on her shoulder literally encouraging her to do something so perverse, filthy, and immoral. After a few moments of stunned silence, she slowly turned and walked to the door.

Holding the door open, she looked back and saw Barbara lifting the graduated cylinder filled with Sam's massive issue of boy jelly, sniffing it and licking her lips. Deborah quickly exited and shut the door behind her.