Call of the Incubus Ch. 08

Chapter 8: The check-up

It's been a few weeks since I've gone to Benn's private training session. We've had a few more since then, all of them ending with me barely able to walk afterward. Each session lasts longer than the last, so at least I know my stamina is improving. I spoke to Gary after the first time I put Benn under that spell, asking him about the weird way Benn acted when he was under my influence. He explained that he acted under my lustful influence, and my lust probably influenced him to take control of the situation.

"Deep down in your heart, you know you're a bitch, and like a bitch in heat, you can't resist being held down and fucked by someone you know is stronger than you." He even held my chin as he looked right in my eyes as he said that.

I smacked his hand away, and then said "Well, I don't plan on being like that forever, especially when it comes to you."

"Hmm, we'll see my young pet. Will you succumb to your mortal weakness, or will your instincts transcend your mortal shell, and truly allow you to ascend to demon hood?" He laughs as leaves, his tail brushing across my face. He turns back to me before jumping out the window "We shall see, dog, keep packing on muscle for me, and don't forget to exercise your spirit too."

Since then, I've been growing at a steady pace. Now I've grown to be over six feet now, and I've been packing more muscles on frame than ever. I'm close to looking like a real bodybuilder, soon I'll be close to my dream physique. While my cock hasn't been growing as much as my body, I know I'm closing in on having a foot-long cock. It's only a matter of time at this point. My parents have been giving me odd looks since the start of July. They haven't said anything yet, but I can tell they have questions about my sudden growth. Even my dad must've been growing way too fast for it to be a normal growth spurt. Soon enough, one Sunday afternoon, my parents approached me and told me they had set up a doctor's appointment, to figure out why I've been growing so much. I tried telling them repeatedly that I'm fine, and I don't need a check-up, but they wouldn't budge.

My dad stood right in front of me, craning his neck up just to meet me eye to eye. "Listen son, I know there's probably nothing wrong with you, but it wouldn't hurt to get it looked at."

I'm dressed ready to go to the gym as always, having just finished changing into my workout clothes when my parents burst into my room with this nonsense. I know the doctor won't find anything off about me-probably, I don't think Gary's essence can be picked up on by modern medical machines. It's just a waste of time, and I don't have time to waste. Still, my parents insisted I go. My mom especially kept nagging me and my dad to ensure I would go. I argued with them for half an hour, but eventually, I had to cave.

"Good," my mother said, glad to have her way for once. "Be ready by 1 o'clock, we're going to see Dr. Mendoza."

Well, I guess it won't be all bad. I haven't seen Mendoza for a while anyway. I know the old lady will be shocked with my new appearance, maybe she can convince my parents to get off my back. She's basically another mom to me considering how much time she spends taking care of me and my brother. Once my parents get out of my room, I get dressed in something more presentable. I put on a decent shirt, a flannel jacket I got after a recent shopping trip, and my brother's old jeans. All these clothes felt tight on me, not enough for me to flex off me, but enough to be just a little uncomfortable. I like it, it reminds me just how large I've become. Maybe I'll regret it later, but I'll wear them for now. Besides, it's not like I've got anything better to wear.

"Where are you! It's almost one, get down here already!" Yep, there she goes. I better get down there before she goes stomping up to my room again.

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After a 20-minute drive trapped in my dad's car in this hot, sticky weather, we finally arrived at Dr. Mendoza's office. It's a decently sized clinic, painted in a pleasant beige and white combo, which went well with any kind of weather, but it looked especially nice during the summer. The old lady loved her greenery, the lot around the clinic looked like a mini jungle. Huge palm trees tower of the building, bushes large and small, all blooming with colorful flowers. Even the roof is green, covered with grass and vines draping down. Mom stood in awe of the beautiful building, only snapping out of it when dad tapped her shoulder.

"What's wrong, Frida? Surprised she managed to make her little building upgrade work?"

"Uh, ch! You-lets just go..." she grumbled, shaking her head as walked in with the rest of us.

We got in and went straight to the front desk, greeted by a young receptionist, only for her to be interrupted by Dr. Mendoza, who just spotted them while walking in and dropped everything. She excitedly ran up to greet the family. She's a short, portly woman, barely reaching my mom's chin. A few wrinkles and a few strands of grey in her black hair hinted at age, though her springy energy made her seem far younger than she really was. Only someone who truly loved their job could be nearly twice my parents age and still seem to be about as healthy as they are.

"Oh, it's been so long! How are you Frida, Hector?" She went to both of my parents, grabbing them by the shoulders and double kissing their cheeks. Her eyes went wide with shock when she turned to me, she stood there for a minute before gasping out loud.

"Oh my lord, Ernesto! You've grown huge! I swear it's only been a few years since I saw you! When I said you still had some growing to do, I didn't mean for you to double in size! Although..." She looked around with her brows furrowed, like she was looking for someone. "Your parents called me to check-up on Adrian, where is he?"

A small grin cracked across my lips as I heard the shock in voice, small giggles escaped my parent's lips. Mendoza looked at us for a minute before she realized I was standing right in front of her.

"Oh-oh dear..."

"Yes, I've grown quite a bit Dr. Mendoza, though Ernesto is still larger than me."

She looked like she was about to faint, hearing the news nearly made her look her age. Now she looked at me with a bit of fear and concern in her eyes. She turns to my parents, now with a million questions forming in her head. "Well, it seems Adrian has tripled in size since his last check-up. I can see why your mother sounded so urgent when she called me. Still, It has been a long time since we've seen each other. "

. "While it has been a while since we've met, Adrian hasn't grown much since then. Well, until recently. He's only been going to the gym for about a month and he's grown this much!" My dad grinned with pride and slapped me on the back. "Frida has been concerned with him growing so fast, but I think it's natural for him to grow so much now that he's finally off his ass!" Dad held onto me like a proud father, he had one arm around me and another reaching up and rubbing my hair. It felt nice for a little bit, for dad to be proud of me for once.

Now Dr. Mendoza now looked at me with great concern, realizing just how unbelievable my growth is. "I see-Let's not waste any time then, come on." she says, now leading us to the check-up room. It was a short walk, just a stretch forward and a turn to the right until we reached it. A colorful little room with dinosaurs and dragons painted on the walls. My face burned with embarrassment when I entered the room. I sat down on the nearest chair, a small red stool which shuddered and creaked when I sat on it.

"You might be too big for that dear, here." Dr. Mendoza motioned to a much larger chair for me. I immediately rushed over and sat down, while my parents sat on the cot. While Mendoza gathered her tools she began explaining what potential causes for my sudden growth.

"I believe your son is most likely dealing with a major influx of hormones. Most likely a case of Pubescent Hypertrophy, if this change only took place over the course of a month.

My mom nodded "Yes, he was barely taller than his father by the start of June. Now he's nearly as tall as Ernesto! It's insane!"

"Hmmm..." Dr. Mendoza finished setting her equipment and led me to the scale. "Normally, we would use the height and weight scale, but I can see you've already grown too big for that, so I'll just use the tape measure when it comes to your height." She stepped back and let me step onto the scale. I stood on the scale a little longer than I thought, it took a few minutes for the scale to take my weight.

"197 pounds..." I whispered. I haven't been keeping track of my weight recently, so I was shocked at how many pounds of muscle I've gained since meeting Gary. Everyone in the room seemed as shocked as I was when Mendoza herself read out the measurements.

"Almost 200 pounds, you've really been guys growing since I last saw you." Then Mendoza took my height, bmi, checked my hearing, heartbeat, blood pressure, and so on. I've grown to 6'2" and my bmi is measured to be 25.56 something, way too many numbers to remember. My stats all come back healthy, nothing out of the ordinary. Still, there's one last test she needs from me. "Everything seems good, but I still need to see your hormone levels. There are two options, "she held up a needle and a cup, "either a blood test or urine test. I'll let you choose this one, though I prefer we do both, for the most accurate results."

Looking at the needle made my choice clear. "Give me the cup, I'll be back in a minute."

While filling up the cup, I really take the time to appreciate just how large my dick is now. Unlike the rest of my body, I've done a good job of keeping track of how many inches my little friend has gained. It's exactly 8 inches flaccid, which would be big for most men when they're hard. When it's hard, it reaches 11 1/2 inches, almost 12 inches. I've measured myself countless times, but it's still surreal every time I think about it. It's only been a month, and a few weeks. How will my hormonal levels look when Mendoza gets the results? It's all magical, so maybe nothing will show at all? God knows what she'll find when gets the results. If she asks too many questions, what will Gary do? What will I have to do?

I walked back out with the cup full of piss, soon finding my way back into the room and handing the cup to Mendoza. She thanked me, pulling out a marker and scribbling something on the cup and quickly putting it away. She turns to my parents, thanking them for bringing me here. "It should take a day to get the results for your son, I'll call you back in here to discuss what we should do moving forward based on those results." She's about to take her gloves off when she suddenly stops putting her hands down for a moment.

"Oh, excuse me! I forgot, there is one last test we need to do before we go. I'll have to check his equipment downstairs for any potential issues. It's possible that a sudden influx of hormones can lead to a host of issues." She turned to me as she fixed her gloves. "Would you like your parents to stay here while I examine your privates, or would you like it to be just the two of us?" While it would be tempting to see my parents shocked at the size of my meat, I think it'll be better if I kick them out. I'd rather not risk getting hard in front of them. I don't need to say it. One look at my face and they can tell I don't want them here. They quietly shuffle out the door, and when the door shuts and I'm left alone with Dr. Mendoza.

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She turns her back to me, walking to the cupboard to get some equipment. "Adrian, I understand how a procedure like this can be uncomfortable, so I'll give you some time to get ready. Let me know when you're ready to begin- "

"Oh, I'm ready to go right now!" I said with a little too much excitement, at least, Mendoza thinks so. She stares at me, wondering why I'd be so excited to pull down my pants.

"Ok," she squats down as I unbuckle my pants, "Let's check up on your- "Like I expected, she is stunned into silence when she sees my cock. She stares as her trembling hands slowly rise to touch my cock, her head darting side to side, her hands tracing across it like it to see if it was real. I feel her cold hands on my huge balls, an audible gasp escaping her lips as she lightly squeezes them. I see her raise up a string of beads, each one egg shaped and larger than the last. I don't think Mendoza is that kind of lady, still, I had to ask.

"Excuse me Dr. Mendoza, what is that?"

She looked up at me, snapping out of a state of shock for just a moment. "O-oh, this-is an orchidometer. It's used to measure the size of your testes." She says while shaking my balls. She compared my balls to the largest bead, and gasped as she saw it easily outsized the bead. "Oh my!" she looked up at me again, both her eyes and her mouth wide open as her face turned red. She quickly ducks her head in embarrassment, moving my shaft to the side to get another look at my balls. She compares my balls to the orchidometer again, like she wanted to make sure her eyes were working. "How big is it?' she whispers under her breath, most likely thinking I can't hear her.

"Almost 12 inches." I blurt out, her head whips up to look at me, her eyes bulging out her sockets when she hears me. "You... weren't this big last month, were you?"

"No, uhh, Dr. Mendoza? Can we hurry this up? I think I'm starting to get hard."

"It's fine, erections aren't uncommon during the examination. Just relax."

"M-mendoza..."

"Please, baby, just relax! I'll be done soon enough."

I try, but I can feel an erection building as Mendoza's hands continue to tap and rub my cock. It slowly rises in Mendoza's hands all the while she quietly rambles on about the size of my cock and tells me to relax. It soon becomes clear she's just trying to justify what she's about to do next, as my cock soon becomes rock hard, she holds onto it tightly.

"Adrian."

"Yes?" I say, my face flushed red as my fully hard cock throbs in her face.

"Is it-," she takes a deep breath, "Is it ok if you let me handle your erection?"

"Mendoza,"

"Please Adrian, I have never seen one so big and I- "she sighs, "please, you smell so good!"

I don't know why; maybe it's all the blood going to my cock, or it's my own smell affecting me, but when I look down at her again, all I could do is nod.

She immediately gets to work, using both of her hands to stroke my shaft. She moved with surprising deftness; her gloved hands held my throbbing cock in place while she jacked me off. Pre started flowing from my cock, a steady stream that was being lapped up by Mendoza. With her rubbing my cock while sucking my cockhead made it hard for me to stay quiet. I don't know how far my parents are from this room, but if I didn't keep it down, the whole clinic would hear me! I had to bite my lip to keep my moans from being heard around the clinic. Mendoza kept her mouth shut by keeping it full of my precum. She held up my cock and spat on it, slathering it in a mix of my pre and her spit. She lubed up my shaft with this slimy mixture and started rubbing even faster.

"Adrian, I can tell you're getting close, let me know when you're about to cum, ok baby?" I was too concentrated on staying quiet to speak, so I only nodded as I felt my balls filling up. I could tell I would only last a few minutes more, Mendoza started prepping by downing more and more of my cock, bobbing her head back and forth, taking a little more each time she went down. Tears are streaming from my eyes; I can feel my balls clenching!

"I-I'm cumming, ahh-" I immediately shut my mouth, holding back a loud scream that would've rocked the clinic. Mendoza immediately downed cock, pushing her lips all the way to the base. I could feel her tongue on my balls! She's moaning, loudly-at least it would be loud if her mouth wasn't full of my cock. Her cheeks were puffed up with my cum, her face turning red as she struggled to take all my cum. Wait, turning that red is unhealthy right? Is she still able to breathe? I try to pull out, but Mendoza hugs my legs, holding me in place until my balls are completely empty. Still, she struggles to take all my cum. It takes her five gulps to completely swallow all my cum, and once she's finished, collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily as she recovers.

"Uh-Are you ok?" I ask her, I'm breathing heavily too, but I'm still able to stand. She sticks a hand up to me, and I help her get up on her feet.

"Oh! That was- a lot. I can't believe I managed to swallow all of it!" She leans on me while catching her breath, wiping the tears off her face. "Well, let's go get your parents."

"Don't rush yourself, Dr. Mendoza! You almost choked!"

Mendoza reassured me, simply saying she was fine. "You don't need to worry about me Adrian, I haven't spilled a drop. They won't suspect a thing." Before she invites my parents back in, she says "Oh, and you can call me Flores, dear. Don't be afraid to come back for another check-up."

As I struggled to fit my cock into my shorts, I realized something. My cock has gotten bigger. I might've passed that one foot mark.