Doctor's Orders 2: Too Small

By Arya Hucovv

Sasha is too small... down there. Tired of being the only girl in her sorority who has never experienced pleasures with a man, she signs herself up for a doctor's appointment.

Her Doctor looks and sound like a version his namesake with dark skin and dreadlocks. With a booming voice, giant size, and even louder personality, she feels tiny in comparison and wants nothing to do with him. She can't run because he knows exactly how to help her.

Nothing like Science and an unforgettably intense experience with a powerful machine and strong black alpha males to solve her problem.

Too Small is a steamy story with medical examination, powerful alpha males, and an embarrassed young woman who is strapped on a medical examination and filled completely.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fanciful Erotica
• Release date: May 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463159644

Book preview

This steamy short story features a young virgin hucow being examined, milked, and filled by fucking machines and powerful alpha males. There are scenes of stripping, groping, public humiliation and public fingering, bondage, lactation, gangbang, and so much more.

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She is trembling and lost in her own thoughts when she realizes that the doctor is talking to her. Huh?  she manages to murmur.

The doctor says, We're going to have dinner for now. In the meantime, I need you to get used to being stretched.

What?! Doctor! You can't- you can't leave me here! she gasps, feeling even more exposed even though she has been in the same position for the last- she twists to the side, so she can see the time- hour and a half!

The two men give her a look that says they can and are intending to do exactly that. We have been working since morning without pause, Ms. Sasha. Fortunately, the next step does not require our presence.

The next step? she quires, more than a little confused an unnerved. It is almost six thirty and normally, she would be having dinner by now. She can't exactly blame them for needing to leave, but- but-

Are you going to let me go? she asks.

The doctor shakes his head. The next step of the procedure requires you to be strapped in, Ms. Sasha. It will take half an hour to forty-five minutes. Since the process requires neither of us to be present, we can just leave you while we catch a quick dinner. I'm sure you understand?

She tries to think about it. What the doctor is saying makes perfect sense, but she still feels like she's being kept in the dark with all this, given only the barest information. You'll ah-oh! The suction pulls her from the table with a sharp tug on her nipples. The plastic tubs suck at her nipples like drinking straws pulling the last few drops of water from the bottom of the cup.

She realizes what a sight she must be, her legs spread open with the stirrups, wrists tied above her head, breasts pushed forward with the milking machine attached to her nipples. She is put on display, mounted like a trophy while her pussy is completely exposed. She knows it will be even worse later, once the doctor finishes his work.

You'll come back for me as soon as you're done? she asks, still breathless. The milking machine is working even as she tries to put two brain cells together and form words. It's hard and she is proud herself for being able to speak at all.

We will be back post haste, he reassures.

She nods, seeing no other way around it. Ah- alright, she manages to gasp.

The doctor looks pleased that she is being agreeable. Turning to his nurse, he says, Bring me the other trolley, John.

She sees the nurse disappear out the door and when he returns moments later, he is rolling something heavy in front of him. It is covered by a white cloth, but she is not left wondering what's hiding beneath the machine for long.

John pulls away the blanket with flourish and she feels her heart jump to her throat.

It’s a fucking machine.

Chapter 1: A Misunderstanding

Last patient of the day, Doctor Thor, a smiling nurse informs the doctor before poking his head out the room and addressing Sasha.

She attempts to look apologetic but can't bring herself to muster up the proper expression. The truth is, she has chosen the time deliberately, coming to the Specialized Hucow Clinic fifteen minutes before they close because she doesn't want anybody to hear about her problem.

Sasha is something of a celebrity in her college. At eighteen years of age, she's the only hucow in her year and the only one in her town who has never been fucked. There are only three in the university and the other two are so popular with the men that they change boyfriends every week. She's in the sorority with a dozen other girls who aren't really hucows, but they take medication to make them exhibit the same symptoms she must deal with daily.

It isn't a big deal, so says the girls, but she's heard them laugh about her behind closed doors. Worse still are the girls who pity her, thinking her incapable of keeping a man's attention. She is young, beautiful, and voluptuous. Men line around the block to get her attention. She knows she shouldn't have, but after one too many drinks, she found the need to defend her abstinence. It's not that she doesn't want to lose her virginity. She can't.

Her vagina is so tight that she can't even use tampons when she's menstruating. She doesn't know which is worse, the derision or the pity. Later, one of the girls pulled her aside and told her to go see a doctor about her problem. She told her that she had the same issue years ago, and sex was very painful for her. Surgery could fix it.

Sasha has been relieved when she heard that. She's known for a long time that there was something wrong with her, but to hear another share the same experience and then explain that there is a solution in the same breath feels like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Knowing there's a solution to her problem and actually doing something about it are two vastly different things, Sasha comes to find out quickly. There are a few clinics around the university that she could go to, but only one that carters to hucows. Even then, she doesn't know anything about it other than what she has gathered from her many weeks of... surveillance.

She's walked past the place an embarrassing number of times, building up the courage to walk inside.

Now that she's here, she has to talk herself into actually seeing the doctor. The nurse looks friendly enough. He has tattoos all over his arms and impressive muscles where she can see them. In the right light, his bald head almost seems to shine. He flashes her a smile with a row of perfect white pearls and she feels herself relaxing despite herself.

Come on in, Ms. Sasha, says the nurse with a quick inclination of his head, like he's beckoning a familiar friend.

Sasha takes a deep breath and reminds herself that she's here to get help. The clinic is mercifully empty except for the doctor and the nurse now. Everyone else seems to have left.

The few times she has walked past, she noticed that while they have a steady stream of patients, the women who walk into the clinic are not actual hucows. It isn't surprising, seeing as there are only three registered hucows in the university and she knows that the other two girls have doctors elsewhere.

There are a lot of women wishing they were and taking special pills in order to exhibit symptoms that make it look like they are hucows; Enlarged breasts, slim waist, broader hips, and increased sexual cravings. However, milk produced by these medicated hucows are not pure and have a significant number of drugs that makes the