Tyler drives with both hands clamped to the steering wheel, halfway between sitting his licence test again and trying out for NASCAR. Every few seconds he glances sideways at me as if he’s making sure I'm still there. "You okay?"
I sigh. "You asked me that at the last set of lights."
“I know."
"You asked me before we left."
"I know."
"You asked me while you were putting petrol in the car."
"I know." He takes a deep breath. I can see him fighting himself and then… “So? You okay?”
Despite everything, I laugh. He always knows how to make me smile. Fuck I hope this baby is his. Would we be good fathers? Can we raise a family? A bunch of dumb horny jocks? I stare out the window silently, watching the world spin past, faster and faster. It all seems so normal. Am I the only freak in it? An jock male with a baby in his belly? A baby that could belong to half the men in this town… including my own father!
I rest a hand against my stomach almost without thinking. Whatever is growing inside me, and whoever the father of it is, I’m going to take damn good care of it. As if knowing what I’m thinking, Tyler reaches over and lets one of his hands join mine, feeling the baby inside me that we hopefully made together. He smiles at me in a way that makes me melt. “We’re gonna be OK. I promise. I'm gonna take care of you.”
His certainty and complete support almost brings tears to my eyes. I smile and squeeze his hand before I get too emotional.
“I’m with you no matter what,” he whispers.
The medical center appears around the next corner. Tyler swings into the car park with far more enthusiasm than the speed limit probably intended.
Before I've even unbuckled my seatbelt, he's already out of the car and opening my door to offer his hand.
"I can still get out of a car,” I laugh.
“I know I just… I want to help,” he says as he supports my weight, leading me towards the front door. “You’re carrying precious cargo!”
The automatic doors slide open and Tyler marches straight to reception with the determined expression of a man about to negotiate world peace.
"Hi," he says brightly to the receptionist. "We need to see Dr. Wolf. It's really important."
I recognise the receptionist. She’d be around 60 and one of the grumpiest women I’ve ever met in my life. I don’t know her name so I’ll just called her Nurse Ratched but for once, she doesn’t seem to be too punitive. I guess Tyler can put anyone in a good mood. ”Do you have an appointment?” she asks.
"We do. Jackson Wright.”
She types for a moment then looks over at me, a little confused as to why I needed someone to speak for me.
"Dr. Wolf is running a few minutes behind."
Tyler leans forward conspiratorially.
"Is there any chance he could see Jackson a little sooner?"
Nurse Ratched blinks and then leans forward, matching his conspiratorial tone. “No.”
I pull Tyler away before he insists on speaking to the manager or whatever he had planned next. “It’s OK, Ty. Really.”
We take a seat on the cheap office furniture and wait. Tyler insists on filling out the forms for me while I sit there trying not to think about the little blue plus sign as Olivia Dean plays over the tinny waiting room speakers. As I sit there, I start to wonder about how on earth I’m going to explain this to my family doctor (let alone my own family) but before I can work out a strategy I hear my name being called.
Dr. Wolf stands in the corridor with my file tucked beneath one arm. He's changed remarkably little over the years. Around forty now, maybe a touch older. Tall, athletic without looking imposing, clean-cut with neatly trimmed dark hair just beginning to grey at the temples that only improves his looks. He has the kind of calm, open face that makes nervous patients relax without realising why. His wedding ring catches the light as he adjusts his glasses, and there's a warmth in his eyes that comes from someone who genuinely likes people. I'd met his wife a couple of times over the years at community events, and he'd never managed to mention his two kids without smiling. I think about what a good parent he must be and how I could learn a lot from him about being a father. He'd always been my favorite doctor. He’d been stitching my playground scars, giving me flu shots and helping me through recovery after training since I was a kid. Every football season seemed to involve at least one lecture about stretching properly. This man knows everything about my body and how it works.
He spots me and smiles. “If it isn’t my favourite quarterback.”
“I bet you say that to all the athletes,” I smile weakly.
His expression shifts almost immediately. He knows something's wrong. His smile softens. "Come on through."
Tyler follows. "I'll come too."
Dr. Wolf gives him a kind, understanding smile. "I appreciate that.” But then he looks back at me. “But if it's alright with you, Jackson, I'd like to speak with you on your own first."
I nod. “Sure. I’ll be fine,” I promise Tyler quickly, seeing his reluctance. “Take a seat. And don’t pace a hole in the floor.” I lean in closely to whisper. “Or start picking out names!”
Tyler cracks a smile then gives my hand one last squeeze. "I'll be right here... thinking about Tyler Junior.”
I squeeze it back before following Dr Wolf into his consulting room, all sterile white walls and the faint smell of antiseptic.
“So…” He takes a seat on the stool and looks right at me. “I've known you a long time, Jackson. Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
I freeze. My throat goes dry instantly. Right. Here we go. I nod.
"Whatever this is... we'll work through it.”
I hadn't realised how much I'd needed to hear someone say that. I take a slow breath. “Uhhh,” I start, fiddling with my hoodie strings, “so… this is gonna sound insane.”
He raises an eyebrow slightly but gestures for me to continue. “Try me.”
Here goes nothing. “I think… I might be pregnant.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then he gives me a reassuring smile. "Jackson, if you've got a young woman pregnant, we can certainly talk about next steps. Becoming a father unexpectedly can feel overwhelming but you wouldn’t be the first star player to be sitting in that seat in this predicament. And trust me, it was the best thing that ever happened to me."
I rub the back of my neck. “Umm… you might be wrong about that.”
He pauses. “Why is that?"
I pluck up all my courage. ”I didn't say... someone else was pregnant."
A small crease appears between his eyebrows. Silence. He waits. Apparently expecting me to elaborate. When I don't, he says carefully, "...Jackson?"
"I'm the one who's pregnant."
Dr. Wolf blinks once. Twice. Then slowly sets the clipboard down on the counter like it suddenly weighs forty pounds.
“…You...” he says carefully, “think you’re pregnant.”
“Yeah,” I mumble. “Pretty sure, actually.”
Another pause. Then, flatly: “You’re biologically male.”
“Yeah, I’m aware,” I shoot back, defensive despite myself. “But, um…” I reach into my hoodie pocket and place the plastic test on the desk between us. “My body isn’t what it used to be.”
There’s a full five seconds where he just stares first at me and then down at the test, speechless. Finally - “How?”
I shift uncomfortably. “Maybe I should show you?”
His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he starts rattling off questions, symptoms, timelines, medical history. He keeps pausing like he’s expecting me to laugh and say this is all a prank, but I don’t. Eventually, he sighs, grabs a pair of gloves, and says, “All right. Why don't you show me?” He stands up, still mildly annoyed as if I’m pranking him. “I should probably ask if you want a nurse in here for this?”
I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
He nods. “If you want to get up on the exam table and lower your pants, we can take a look.”
He turns away to give me my privacy as I pull myself up onto the table, pulling off my sweats and spreading my legs. I wait there for what feels like an eternity, feeling the cool air on my exposed genitals.
Finally, he turns and immediately freezes. I watch Dr Wolf as he stands there dumbstruck, for almost a full minute, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief, as he stares between my muscular thighs at my perfect, glistening pussy. Pink, plump folds, slick with a natural arousal, my swollen clit peeking out from the hood.
Dr Wolf steps back, his breath hitching. "This... this is biologically impossible," he whispers, more to himself than to his patient. He leans in closer, his medical curiosity warring with a sudden, violent surge of lust. A look I knew all too well. He reaches out, not with a tool, but with his bare hand, sliding his glove off to feel the heat. He traces the outer lips, marveling at the softness, the way the skin felt like silk.
“It feels so..." he whispers, staring. Then I could see my scent hit him - sweet, musky, intoxicating. I could see his rational mind screaming that I shouldn't exist. He knows I’m biological male. But there it is. My pussy... so fucking inviting, dripping, clenching around nothing.
Dr Wolf swallows hard, as he steps closer, bringing his face inches away from it. I could even smell his cologne. It made me tingle. ”Jackson… this is... remarkable." His trembling fingers reach out, unable to stop himself. He traces one fingertip along the slick slit, causing me to gasp and my hips to twitch.
”F-f-fuck, Doctor…"
Dr Wolf couldn't pull away. I could see him trying to stay professional… trying to do his job. "Take a slow breath for me... and just let your muscles relax.” He presses two fingers inside, feeling the tight, wet heat grip him. I moan softly. So does he.
I look down and see his cock is fully hard now, straining against his pants. I knew his need would be overwhelming, like nothing he'd ever felt. He needed to taste it, fuck it, bury himself in it. But he was fighting it with admirable self-control.
"Now you'll feel my other hand pressing gently on your lower abdomen.” His hand presses down on my six-pack abs as he palpates my uterus between both hands. “Fuck…” he whispers, struggling with the feeling of a male body under one hand and a female body under another.
“Am I pregnant?” I ask, my voice trembling.
His voice is a low hoarse whisper at this point. “I... I have to examine you more thoroughly. I need to go deeper.”
He drops to his knees between my spread legs, his face inches from the impossible anatomy. But the irresistible pull of that wet slit was too much. "God, you're dripping," Wolf hisses. He flicks his tongue out, tasting the salty, sweet nectar of my cunt. His tongue drags through those dripping folds, the flavor exploding across his tastebuds… sweet, addictive. He groans against my pussy, licking deeper, sucking the swollen clit into his mouth.
I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a moan. "Mmmph! Doctor… Tyler’s waiting in the lobby,” I whisper, my voice trembling. "I can't... I shouldn’t..."
"I know," Dr Wolf groans, his voice dropping an octave. "I have a wife. Children. I shouldn't even be looking at you like this.” But the forbidden nature of this only adds fuel to the fire. His cock was surging hard against his trousers, throbbing with a need that drowned out every moral fiber of his being. He couldn't help himself. Neither of us could. I thought of that fucker Josh as Dr Wolf ate me out. His face was buried in my folds, sucking my clit deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. My thighs shake violently as my fingers grip the edges of the exam table, knuckles white as I try to silence my cries.
Dr Wolf didn't care about professionalism anymore. He stands, shoving his trousers down. His thick cock springs free, already leaking. It’s big and hairy. Just like Dad’s. He grabs my hips and lines himself up, pressing the head against my impossible pussy.
"I can't stop," Dr Wolf growls, pushing inside. “I don’t care who’s outside.” The wet heat swallows him inch by inch, gripping like a fist. I cry out, back arching as he bottoms out inside me, balls pressed against where mine had once been.
I moan loudly, "Oh god, Dr Wolf…”
"Shhh," he commands, his voice a ragged growl. "Keep it quiet. We can't let Tyler hear.”
My eyes roll back, a muffled scream dying in my throat as I bite my lip to stay quiet.
Dr Wolf starts thrusting hard, the exam table creaking beneath us. The rhythm slow and deliberate at first, then growing more frantic. Each stroke makes wet sounds echo in the room. He can’t get deep enough or fuck me fast enough. His hands roam my chest, cupping my growing breasts, gripping my waist.
"Your pussy feels so fucking good," Dr Wolf pants as he pounds into me. “So much tighter than my wife’s…”
My cunt clenched around him, squirting a little with each thrust. He reaches down, rubbing my clit in fast circles while he fucks me. The dual stimulation making my whole body shake. We were both terrified of being caught, the fear of Tyler or Nurse Ratched walking in only making our friction feel more electric. I knew Tyler would be worrying outside, every second would be painful for him, but this was too important to stop.
Dr Wolf pants, his face contorting with pleasure. "Fuck, Jackson... you feel incredible. Is this baby Tyler's? Does he fuck you like this?”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my own desire overriding my guilt and my fear that we’d hurt the baby inside me. "I hope it's his..."
"You let other guys fuck you...?" his thrusting gets even harder.
I nod, my face flushed. "My friends. My coach. Tyler's brother. My dad..."
That's all it took to set him off. I could feel Dr Wolf’s orgasm building, a tidal wave that might sweep away his marriage, his ethics and his sanity. He grips my waist hard, bruising the skin and then delivers several final, punishing thrusts. He presses his lips against mine, invading me with his tongue, as he smothers his cries of ecstasy into my mouth, his body shuddering as he floods my irresistible pussy with thick, hot ropes of fertile married cum. "Mmmmphhhh... mmmmphhh.... mmmm.... mmmmm.... uhhhh..." I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside me. The precious white man-milk overflows around his cock, dripping down my ass. I scoop it up, pushing it back inside where it belongs.
We stayed locked together for a long time, breathing heavily, our hearts racing in sync, the only sound the distant hum of the clinic. Even as he softened, Dr Wolf didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside my irresistible cunt, already feeling himself getting hard again. He kisses me again, this time more gently, more lovingly, as we smile at each other. Guilt flickers in his eyes as he probably wonders what would happen to his family if his wife discovered him in this position, but it’s quickly replaced by a dark, addictive hunger for more.
"Jackson," he breaths, voice wrecked. “You’ve really grown up into a very special man. And you're going to make a wonderful father. But first I think… we… we need to schedule more appointments. Tell Tyler it's for further testing.”
I laugh as I pull him in for another kiss. I knew there was a reason why he’d always been my favorite doctor.
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